"Junjun, kill him!"

Zhao Hongbin supported his body with an axe, gasped heavily, pointed at the short young man lying on the ground not far away, and said to Zhao Junjun hesitantly, "Don't be afraid, he can't hurt you now!"

Zhao Junjun remained silent when she heard this. She was injured in her left arm and held a black machete in her right hand, and walked towards the shorter young man step by step.

At this moment, the blood-stained Zhao Junjun was like an intern in the horrified eyes of a short young man, who completed the first trial mission by killing himself.

Just when the short young man fell to the ground just now, his weapon was out of his hands, and one leg was almost cut off, so he was no longer a match for Zhao Junjun.

"No, you can't kill me! You can't..."

Looking at Zhao Junjun getting closer, the short young man kept supporting the ground with his hands, moving his heavy body, hoping to win a chance to survive for himself.

After taking two steps slowly, Zhao Junjun seemed to suddenly remember some sad past, and a terrifying cold light shot out in his eyes, and he accelerated without hesitation.

She turned a deaf ear to the short young man's begging for mercy, raised her black machete high, and used all her strength as if she was venting something.

Puff!

The sharp blade slashed across the short young man's chest, making an unpleasant sound, and blood suddenly erupted, splashing Zhao Junjun's face.

"Thank you for letting me understand the cruel reality in the end of the world!"
Chapter completed!