Ricky Davis looked at Raymond Robbinson and then nodded silently, "Indeed, the Sharkmen will come knocking, but so what?"
"In my lifetime, I've killed enough Sharkmen to make it count."
"I'm not afraid of their revenge!"
"Hiss!" Hearing this statement, the male Sharkman began to shake violently and then lunged at Ricky Davis.
He had somehow broken free from William Cole's silver needle acupoint restraint. The Sharkman was fast and had already rushed to Ricky Davis, raising his hand to grab at Ricky's throat.
"Pfft!"
The knife in Ricky Davis's hand fell, and a head dropped to the ground.
The Sharkman died on the spot.
But there was also a terrifying gash on Ricky Davis's chest, chilling to the bone.
With that one strike, Ricky Davis had killed the Sharkman, but he too had suffered a grave wound.
Raymond Robbinson's pupils shrank, and he shouted lowly, "Everyone, fall back!"
Anyone wounded by a Sharkman would surely be infected and eventually become one of them.