Silent and silent.

The murderous intention is fierce.

The two immediately struggled with each other.

The bloody dagger scratched Brother Bao's cheek. He jerked his neck and watched the knife flash past, and the smell of blood filled the air.

His heart skipped a beat, and he reached out and pinched Zhang Tiehu's throat.

The tip of the knife turned sharply and stabbed Brother Bao hard into the back of the head.

Brother Bao suddenly raised his foot and kicked him.

The dagger grazed his scalp in a daze.

Blood splatter.

When he was fighting for his life, Brother Bao could no longer feel any pain.

With brute force, he pushed Zhang Tiehu against the cabin door, restrained his wrist holding the dagger with one hand, and strangled his neck with the other.

No matter how Zhang Tiehu kicked and twisted, Brother Bao did not let go at all.

Gradually.

Zhang Tiehu, who had already fought with Hong Laowu once, was slowly losing his physical strength.

The arc of the body's struggle became smaller and smaller.

A pair of bloodshot eyes, filled with unwillingness and fear, gradually turned white.

"Clang!"

The dagger fell to the ground.

It was as if his soul had been sucked out of his whole body, and he no longer had any breath.
Chapter completed!