Zhao Zhonghai squinted his eyes, slowly pulling out the Nepalese kukri from his waist.
In the darkness, a few sparks appeared, the opposing side was less than ten meters away. Zhao Zhonghai gave Lin Chuan a glance, and Lin Chuan nodded slightly.
Whoosh...
The two of them almost simultaneously flanked those guys from the left and right.
Bang...
Lin Chuan was faster than Zhao Zhonghai; he landed a punch on the back of one guy's neck, causing him to collapse limply to the ground. The other three quickly dispersed.
Thud...
Zhao Zhonghai's kukri chopped down fiercely. One of them screamed in agony. The scream did not hinder Zhao Zhonghai's actions, as he wildly chopped with his kukri in a frenzy. Eventually, that guy lay in a pool of blood.
"Who are you?!" The remaining two vigilantly stared at Lin Chuan and Zhao Zhonghai.
