Just like that, the knife peeler stabbed right beside Dewitt's leg. It would have stabbed into his cast had it been an inch closer.
"Layne Jones!" Darknorth gritted his teeth, glaring at Layne.
Layne glanced back and tsked. "Aw dang, it didn't land well. Seems like I've lost my touch with blades."
"Is that so? Why don't I help you train?" Dewitt's tone was exceptionally cold.
Layne gave a dry laugh. Dewitt was a top-notch professional at weaponry, be it firearms, swordsmanship, or even blade throwing. Layne would not dare try his luck. "Heh, there's no need for that. I'm not too interested."
After that, Layne approached Shirley with a smile and pulled her further into the room while holding her hand.
"It's only been a few days, but here you are looking even more beautiful than the la
