Thud—
Wood, who never expected his deputy would attack him, lunged forward, desperately rolling on the ground to evade the following assault.
Barely managing to stand up again, albeit shakily, was only thanks to the superhuman physical resilience of an Official Knight. Under such a critical injury, it was hard to say how much combat power he actually had left.
Tap... tap... tap...
Clutching his wounded lower back with difficulty, Wood stared at his colleague approaching step by step with a blood-dripping longsword, incredulously asking, "Bastard, Chester, what are you doing?!"
"No, no, you're not Chester, when did this happen?!" Wood quickly realized that this middle-aged man catwalking in such an enchanting manner couldn't possibly be Chester.
"Hee hee hee..." The rough-looking middle-aged man covered his mouth, giggling coquettishly, causing a wave of nausea.
Simultaneously.
