Both Blood Clan members started sweating.
After a brief standoff, the Black-cloth Blood Clan gritted his teeth and said, "Think what you will, but hand over the item to us. Let's end this."
He reached out a hand.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Jones took a deep breath, his lips curling into a slight smile.
This smile made the two Black-robed Blood Clan members, who initially had the upper hand, hesitate and grow fearful.
"Hey, Adolf!" Jones suddenly shouted with wide eyes.
The Flower-cloth Blood Clan swiftly turned around.
As he turned, Jones bolted in the opposite direction with incredible speed.
The Black-cloth Blood Clan, not falling for the trick, immediately revealed his claws, preparing to fight.
However, just as Jones was within arm's length, he suddenly reached for the cloth covering the Black-cloth Blood Clan's face.
The Black-cloth Blood Clan's eyes widened in realization.