"Eric!"
Legoff couldn't care less about any targets; his flashlight beam landed ahead, revealing half of Bi Fang's face covered in blood in the dark, a frightening crimson.
Countless specks of dust danced in the light, and the breathing of several people grew increasingly heavy.
Legoff stood up, and the knife in Bi Fang's hands sank deeper, with blood gushing out.
"Let him go!"
"Put the gun down! Otherwise, both of them are going to die!" Bi Fang roared again, the dust in the beam of light vibrating slightly.
"You let him go first!"
"Then you put your gun down!"
"You release him first!"
"You drop the gun first!"
The four people made the woods feel constricted and dangerous, the countless dust particles continuously floating in the air covered the smell of sweat and stench with the scent of blood.