Chapter 67: Conclusion (1)
Hiss!!
A massive tree trunk bore six deep claw marks, nearly severing it in half. Losing balance, the tree tilted sideways and collapsed.
Boom!
The tree fell.
On either side of the fallen trunk stood two figures.
On the left was a towering figure clad in black—a heavily armored man in an undamaged bulletproof suit. He was none other than the Butcher, Xu Fan, who had just completed his ambush. Standing still, he clenched his alloy gloves, shook off the blood from the spiked knuckles, and let out a satisfied chuckle.
On the right, Zhao Zhenghong was kneeling on one knee.
One of his arms hung limply at his side, completely immobilized. Three deep, bloody gashes ran across his cheek and mouth.
Blood dripped steadily from his chin.