"Really don't need my help?"
It looked quite brutal. How should this member of the Blood Clan die later?
There's a price to pay for hitting my Good Person Card.
The Blood Clan member glared at Chuzheng, "..."
Damn it, is this ever going to end? If you're gonna help, then help, stop shouting from up there!
Chuzheng: "..."
What are you glaring at me for?
Maybe I'll add a feed-the-sharks package deal too!
Chuzheng happily decided the fate of the Blood Clan member.
As the Blood Clan member glared at Chuzheng, Zhi Kong suddenly leaped up, plunging the knife into the Blood Clan member's shoulder.
The Blood Clan member grimaced in pain, and a pair of wings sprouted from its back, furiously flapping at Zhi Kong.
Zhi Kong was sent flying, his knife slipping from his grip.
He crashed into a tree trunk behind him, his knife falling several meters away from him.
The Blood Clan member rushed forward, kicking the knife away, and looked at him with a gloomy expression.