In the depth of an alley, the blue-robed martial practitioner looked at the white-robed youth with a sour face. Before them on the ground was the hoodlum who was following them. One of his hands held his neck while his eyes bulged with a sliver of fear. A blood gash was on the hoodlum’s neck and blood was spewing out. The blood puddle was growing larger and life was draining out of his eyes.
