Having cut through the mutated hearts of dozens of blood corpses, Lu Shuai has developed the ax technique that makes perfect with practice.

With one strike of the ax, the Barcelona boy's heart was ripped open.

The Barcelona boy's fat, mutated heart was exploded by an ax blade, and the blood from the explosion almost splashed onto Lu Shuai's new jogging shoes.

Lu Shuai reacted quickly and shrank his feet.

He didn't let the corpse blood soak his dry jogging shoes.

The Barcelona boy lay face down on the ground, shaking his limbs and twitching randomly.

Lu Shuai didn’t care to watch the Barcelona boy reveal his true form.

"Hum! Hum!"

The twin Hulks in the back roared and rushed to the window like two young bulls.

They are relatively short, only over one meter tall.

The jumping ability is far less superior than that of the Barcelona boy.

A window over one meter high is quite difficult for them to climb.

The little boy who ran faster rushed to the window.

A shoulder pushed away the brother next to him.

Those who couldn't wait to die were the first to climb up the window.

It climbed toward the window awkwardly.

But she was still very anxious, as if she was afraid that Lu Shuai outside the window would run away.

It hurriedly climbed up the window edge.

My hand slipped and my feet were not steady.

An upside-down onion.

His head fell out of the window!

"Awkward!"
Chapter completed!