He clamped his palm hard over the wound, but blood still kept seeping through his fingers, dripping onto the rotting leaves.
Obviously, they had just gone through a perilous, close-call fight.
Standing opposite them were five examinees with extremely arrogant looks.
The five were spread out in formation, faintly forming a half-encirclement, cutting off the crew-cut guy and his companions' retreat.
All of them held blood-stained military bayonets, with dark-red Blood Beads slowly sliding along the blood groove.
The five all wore cruel and mocking smiles at the corners of their mouths, their gazes sweeping up and down, like they were sizing up prey that had fallen into a trap.
The lanky one standing in the middle was clearly the leader; he casually twirled a Knife Flower, flicking off the bits of flesh from the blade.
