With a miserable shriek, Yan Rufeng was slashed into several pieces by Zheng Jun like a scarecrow. A mixture of red, yellow, green, and white fluids burst forth, splattering over a radius of several dozen feet.
Some passersby were even splashed from head to toe, but they did not dare make a sound. They could only stand trembling on the sidelines, paralyzed with fear.
The other guests around them turned deathly pale. Unable to stomach the gory, brutal scene, they couldn't help but vomit on the spot.
Patrolman Qi scrambled to his feet in a sorry state. Looking at the savage carnage, his expression drastically changed, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.
Lowering his saber, Zheng Jun looked at Patrolman Qi nearby and immediately began walking toward him, step by step.
TAP, TAP...
