The machete man had never plotted against anyone. Now that he had fallen into the trap of the old lady's jade net, he could not help but cry out in fear.
"I don't care whether you are an old woman or a bride? I have no hatred with you!" He rolled against the wall and burned the jade net with a candle. The peach blossom red attacked him again with five claws.
The jade net was tough and sharp, and its five fingers were bleeding.
The peach blossom-red fingers were like hooks as they suddenly arrived. The macheteman dodged them and kicked with his right leg, exerting 90 percent of his strength!
However, she did not know that the peach-red hands had landed on the jade net. Her fingers were unharmed and the machete man's body had already been cut in many places. Under the grey light, the col
