The birds perched on the trees were awakened, flapped their wings, and flew away one after another. For a while, the dead forest seemed to be alive.

The young man bared his teeth. He was too close and his eardrums were shocked. He rubbed the flesh with an impatient expression. He lowered his head and glanced at the bloody ring ears. He turned his back to Duke Vincent's face, revealing

A sarcastic smile.

A moment ago, he might have pretended to be concerned and asked: Duke, are you okay?

But now he really wanted to just take out his gun and give him a shot. It was almost dawn, so why did he bother to pay attention to that boy Chu Qiao?

Duke Vincent covered his half-remaining ears and kept wailing. He looked around anxiously and shouted in pure Mandarin: "Who is it... Come out if you have the guts, don't pretend to be a ghost." [

Duke Vincent has been a master of China over the years, and he uses Chinese idioms quite accurately.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his left hand that was covering his left ear.

Duke Vincent trembled all over and turned his neck stiffly.

All four fingers were scratched with a sharp instrument, and even the bones were cut neatly, leaving only a layer of skin peeled off.

The blood slowly flowed out, revealing the white bones, which were like broken branches that could be torn apart with a gentle tug.

When Duke Vincent saw it, he burst into even more miserable screams. He couldn't tell whether it was because of pain or fear.

Fortunately, this time the young man was prepared and covered his ears before he screamed.

He caught a glimpse of the four severed fingers. Not only did his handsome face show no fear, but his eyes narrowed and he smiled extremely happily.

He looked up at a big tree behind Duke Vincent, and sure enough he saw a thin blade nailed into the bark on the thick trunk. The blade was very small.

If he hadn't had excellent eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to see it at such a distance and visibility.

Duke Vincent no longer had the energy to think about why he was laughing. His body was stained with blood, and beads of sweat were pouring down from his forehead.

He used his uninjured hand to push the young man hard: "Go... you go and find them, go quickly... or I will kill you."

The young man followed his strength and fell back two or three steps. The smile between his brows and eyes became deeper, and he exuded a calm and unhurried demeanor.
Chapter completed!