The knife in Nathan's hand was curled. After all, he had to fight against so many people at the same time, and every time the knives collided, violent sparks would burst out.
He held Gussie in his arms. In order to save energy, Nathan used poking instead of cutting.
Every time he poked, one person's eyeballs would be hurt, and lie down immediately.
The men had fallen down one by one, and when the rest of them looked at Nathan, they all trembled, not daring to step forward again.
Nathan looked at them contemptuously. He threw down the bloody knife and walked toward the end of the alley with Gussie.
The rest of the people looked at each other and didn't dare to step forward.
About twenty or thirty people with knives blocked Nathan in the alley, but they suffered heavy losses in the end.
"Are you alright?" Nathan said with a cold snort.
"I'm still alive." Gussie was startled and said, with some lingering fear.