“Such useless tricks!” The man in red sneered before whipping his spear around to slap the darts away.
Immediately after sweeping the final dart aside, the man thrust his spear forward at an incredible speed. Before Fatty had time to reach, the spear had impaled his shoulder, throwing him backward.
“You!”
Fatty tried to get up, but the spear’s tip was already resting against his throat. He’d be killed if he made any sudden movements now.
“You’ve lost,” The man in red said condescendingly.
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