A gleaming triangular dagger had appeared in Tang Weiwei's hand without her noticing.
He quickly stood up, and in the blink of an eye, the dagger was placed against Che Zaiqian's neck.
His brows furrowed, and without the slightest hesitation, he thrust his right hand forward, slashing the dagger in front of him…
As the car drove ahead, I felt a heat on my neck, followed by severe difficulty breathing.
He clutched his neck in pain, his face flushed, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
"Sizzle!"
A stream of blood spurted from between his fingers; clearly, the artery in his neck had been severed.
Soon, he collapsed to the ground, his hands loosened, and blood began to spread outwards from around him.
Tang Weiwei, however, did not glance at him once, having already turned her back to look at Zhan Pengfei.
His tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and the murderous intent in his eyes subsided considerably.
"You brat, I knew you wouldn't die so easily!"
Zhan Pengfei knelt on the ground and gave him a sweet and touched smile.
"I've finally found you."
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression darkened, and he looked at LeBron, who was fleeing in panic.
"Quick, he has a recurve bow, don't let him get away."
Tang Weiwei merely glanced at the direction LeBron was fleeing in, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"Hmph, so this is fifth on the list? How come he's ranked ahead of me? Don't worry, he's not going to get away."
At that moment, LeBron was limping and using all his strength to escape, his hand still tightly gripping the recurve bow.
As soon as he saw Tang Weiwei's face clearly, he immediately turned around and ran away.
He didn't know how this person had suddenly appeared here.
But he had heard this man's name from Clayvin more than once.
He was ruthless in his moves and had superb archery skills. Although he was not as good as Zhan Pengwu in fighting, he was definitely a killer.
Given my current physical condition, I have absolutely no chance against this person.
Right now, the only thing to do is run to find Clayvin.
But the more he ran, the more he felt something was wrong. He had a recurve bow on him, yet Tang Weiwei hadn't caught up, or even fired a single arrow?
Suddenly, another person came to mind.
"broken!"
LeBron immediately stopped in his tracks, a very ominous premonition rising in his heart.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he heard running sounds coming from directly in front of him.
The voice was louder than Tang Weiwei's. Looking up, he saw a slightly muscular figure appear in his field of vision about 30 or 40 meters away.
The burly man did not stop, and soon stopped fifteen meters away from him.
This person had a shaved head with many small, scabbed knife scars on it.
He is about 1.82 meters tall and weighs about 80 kilograms.
He also has six neatly arranged and relatively obvious ordination scars on the top of his head.
The two ears were thick and large, but the patterns on them were very strange and deformed.
His two straight eyebrows exuded an air of authority, and a long, slanted scar on his lip made him look somewhat like a cleft lip.
His facial features were very fierce, unlike Tang Weiwei's pretty appearance; one look at him and you knew he was not someone to mess with.
The newcomer was none other than Zhan Pengwu, whom Clayvin often referred to as... the most capable Chinese man he had ever seen, ranked ninth on the list.
Seeing this, LeBron swallowed hard, and shakily pulled out the dagger, his body trembling slightly.
The sense of oppression he felt from this person was much stronger than that from Tang Weiwei.
Clayvin said that this guy was the one who even beat the former Marine Horford.
A former professional mixed martial arts fighter, he also possesses a wealth of Chinese martial arts skills and is adept at using dual swords.
A moment later, Zhan Pengwu took a step forward, crossed his arms, and looked LeBron up and down.
His eyes were filled with disdain and mockery, as if he didn't take the fifth place on the list seriously.
"So you're the fifth one? You bastard, you even managed to sneak up and end up looking like this. You're really a coward."
His speech was heavily accented with a Henan accent, quite different from Zhan Pengfei's standard Mandarin.
LeBron doesn't even speak much Mandarin, let alone this heavily accented dialect.
He knew that this person was in cahoots with Tang Weiwei and would definitely not let him go. The situation had completely reversed, so now he could only fight for his life.
"Fuck! If you want my life, come and take it if you can!"
Zhan Pengwu frowned, clearly somewhat angry.
He doesn't understand English at all, but almost everyone understands the word "fuck".
"Hey, you little bastard, you dare to curse me?!"
He had barely finished speaking when he heard Tang Weiwei's voice coming from not far away.
"Awu! What the hell are you dawdling for! This bastard almost shot Xiaofei to death! Kill him right now!"
"Xiao Fei?"
Zhan Pengwu was taken aback and squinted at Tang Weiwei's direction.
Although he was far away, he was still his younger brother, and his clothes and hairstyle were easy to recognize.
He was just about to grin, relieved that his brother was still alive. But the next second, he noticed an arrow stuck in his brother's chest.
"Xiao Fei! I knew you were still alive! How are you!?"
Zhan Pengfei's voice was weak from a distance, but he still responded as loudly as possible.
"Brother, you absolutely mustn't let him get away! This guy ambushed us, we almost all died. Cough cough cough..."
After saying that, Zhan Pengfei started coughing.
"Fine! I'll avenge you!"
At this moment, Zhan Pengwu widened his eyes and refocused his gaze on LeBron.
His eyebrows were already long and straight, and now they looked even more terrifying, almost like the Vajra Arhats in temples.
She's the kind of person who can scare a child to tears with just a glare.
Anger was practically written all over his face.
"You little bastard! I hate being ambushed more than anything in my life, I'm going to kill you!"
A furious, deep roar echoed throughout the forest, and Zhan Pengwu instantly produced two butterfly knives in his hands.
His fingers moved rapidly back and forth between the hilt and the blade.
The pure silver blade danced in a blur, and at the same time, his steps quickened until he finally charged forward.
LeBron couldn't help but take two steps back; the knife was also a weapon he was skilled with.
He immediately gripped the knife properly, carefully observing Zhan Pengwu's hands, trying to catch the right moment for him to strike.
Soon, Zhan Pengwu was already in front of him, and the butterfly knife in his right hand stopped instantly.
The sharp blade only aimed at the other person's neck.
LeBron's fifth-place ranking wasn't due to luck; his fighting skills and reflexes are equally outstanding.
He quickly tilted his head back and clearly felt the murderous blade slice across his neck.
He dodged the attack perfectly.
Taking advantage of the moment, he also swung his short knife, preparing to slash at Zhan Pengwu's head.
But before he could even swing the knife, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.
The cold butterfly knife was already stuck in his lower abdomen.
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