Chapter 147: Wounded by fucking mortals

"Fucking bastard, since you want to die, be my guest!" The first man said with the same friendly smile which even someone like Leo considered spooky.

The atmosphere was charged with tension as the first man's sinister smile remained fixed on his face, sending shivers down Leo's spine. His instincts screamed at him to be cautious, warning him of the impending danger. The dim light only added to the eerie ambiance, making it seem as if the shadows themselves were conspiring against him.

Before Leo could fully comprehend the situation, the man lunged forward with his silver dagger, the glinting blade reflecting his malevolent intentions. Leo's heart raced as he focused on the imminent threat. Time seemed to slow down as he saw the deadly weapon hurtling towards him.