Chapter 131: The Best Fighter

In the studio, Martin, covered in blood, leapt out from behind a wrecked car, stepped on the hood, and swung a baseball bat down with both hands.

On the other side of the car, a prop dummy wearing a wig had its head smashed, and the ketchup wrapped inside burst open.

The red liquid splattered onto Martin and the nearby car.

Martin landed solidly, kicked the dummy, and, like a super psychopath, swung the bat again, hitting the dummy's head two more times.

Make sure to finish the job; never give the crazy psycho another chance to stand up.

Aga and Craven were also tired of that cliché in traditional American horror films where the protagonist never finishes off the villain in one go.

Martin's chest heaved rapidly, holding the bat in one hand as he walked towards a house, wiping the red liquid off his face with his arm as he moved.

It was as if he was a warrior with his face painted for battle.