As soon as Lu Xiao drew his knife, without saying a second word, they attempted to pick it up, but how could Lu Xiao give them a chance? He charged forward with the machete, avoiding vital points, yet blood splattered everywhere, and screams filled the air.
Li Tingze cursed angrily, "Didn't you say no machetes!"
One slash wounded a man's arm, blood splashing onto Lu Xiao's face, a hint of mockery surfaced on his stern face: "If they had used one, they'd be dead by now—!"
It was self-defense, and they deserved their fate.
It was still self-defense now, but he had spared their lives!
In the blink of an eye, only two men remained, brandishing knives in front of Li Tingze, their faces ugly and malicious as they glared at Lu Xiao.
The next second, accompanied by a loud shout, a man charged at him with a machete, and Lu Xiao charged as well, but in the moment of confrontation, his figure quickly ducked low, sliding on one knee across the ground.
