It was a shame that Harvey was a lot faster than them.

He ducked and pounced at them before they had the chance to aim at him.

He swung his last knife around, moving as though he was dancing. Every single time the knife gleamed brightly, someone would fall to the ground without warning. Nobody knew whether they managed to survive or otherwise.

The foreigners screamed in anger, filled with unbridled rage. Not only did they fail to get Harvey after pulling the trigger, but they also shot their comrades by accident.

As of this moment, only four killers remained. Each bore horrible expressions.

They came to a swift decision and discarded their firearms.

After that, they brandished their military daggers and rushed at Harvey, intending to kill him once and for all.

Swish!

Harvey took a step forward and swung his knife, his eyes burning with determination.

A look of disbelief flashed across the foreigners’ faces as they covered their throats. A second later, all of them fell and