The vice-captain was furious, but his reflexes were still sharp. Seeing Bai Zhi charge at him, he instinctively swung his blade to block.
But was Bai Zhi the only one who had made a move?
In the next moment, two figures—one in white, one in black—shot forward. Just as he moved to block Bai Zhi's attack, two daggers plunged into his chest and sliced across his throat.
The next second, with a THUD, the vice-captain—who had been close with Kan Li—collapsed to the floor like a sack of garbage.
After taking him down, Bai Zhi and the two sisters returned to Zhou Fan's side. They stared proudly at the crowd, their faces showing no emotion after having just killed a man.
"You deserve to die!"
The vice-captain's death completely enraged the others. To have openly killed two of their comrades, one after another, right in front of them—this wasn't just arrogance; it was a level of brazen defiance that bordered on lawlessness.
'Where did he think this was?'
