The silver white knife light flashed through the air like a crescent moon.
In the air, there were still several strands of hair falling, and with the sound of a heavy object landing, Scar narrowed his eyes.
He didn't expect that this knife would be empty.
When Scar spoke just now, Allen Peterson had been secretly on guard. In this situation, when he saw Scar's blue veins standing up on his hand, Allen Peterson pounced on Ava Smith.
He knew the scar was severe, so he didn't dare to show any neglect. It was obvious that his caution had saved Ava Smith's life.
Not bad! You could have dodged my knife, but what's the use? The result won't change anyway
Allen Peterson looked at Scar in front of him and felt a sense of powerlessness. Although he also had some martial arts skills, he was nothing like Scar.
If he could have the skills to keep up with others, he wouldn't be so weak now.
At this moment, Ava Smith pushed Allen Peterson away from her body.
Hurry up and leave me alone