The last two unfortunate souls also gave their last breaths in fear.
Xu Shuo glanced at the situation in the left corridor, slipped his fruit knife back into his pocket, then picked up a gun from the ground.
The two men struggling in the dark were indeed very close, the Capital Commandant's knee pressing tightly against the adjutant's abdomen, an immense force as if it were going to puncture his stomach, while those four sharp "Finger Knives" were getting closer and closer to the adjutant's forehead.
The sharp blades broke his skin, and blood meandered down following the texture of his flesh, crossing over the twisted nostrils until it gave his mouth a taste of a metallic sweetness.
The adjutant breathed rapidly, his wide eyes fixed on the Capital Commandant's expressionless face.
In this clash of power, he was clearly weaker than his opponent, and those emotionless, icy eyes were as chilling as an "Evil Ghost" from hell!
This guy...why does he seem like a machine?!