"Tiger—" Cyan Dragon shouted and immediately ran towards Black Tiger.
"Ah—" Just as he turned around, Cyan Dragon felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and saw a watermelon knife embedded there, thrown by those attackers.
"Hmph—" Cyan Dragon grunted, glaring coldly at the attackers, raising his knife to charge at them again.
"Ah—Ah—Ah—" Black Tiger's screams continued to echo.
"Tiger—" Cyan Dragon shouted, pointing his long knife at the attackers, then suddenly turned around and ran towards Black Tiger.
"Tiger—Don't—" As Cyan Dragon rounded a corner of the hallway, he was horrified by the scene before him.
Two meters ahead, Black Tiger was lying on the ground, covered in cuts, his body and clothes stained with blood. Around him were countless dismembered limbs—his battle trophies. At that moment, a man in a suit, with a sinister expression, was poised to drive a watermelon knife into Black Tiger's back.
"No—"
