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Who Cares About Blood?

Denzel quickly sniffed in the air around him, before he drew the knife from the neck of the first guy, blood-spattered out and plash on his cloth.

Dropping dead to the ground, Denzel moved backward, dodging an attack that came from the other guy, and then raised his legs, delivering a kick to the guy's chin. That made the other guy stagger back before Denzel was able to slap out the knife from his hand, heaving a heavy punch to his stomach, and then jabbing his neck.

*Cough!*

The guy coughed out blood as that attack on his throat impaired him badly there. Without any further delay, Denzel ran forward and grabbed a gun from the ground, pointing it at the second one who was still grabbing his throat.