He was natural and unrestrained among the enemies, just like an excellent killer who had killed countless people. There was no panic on his face for the first time. On the contrary, his eyes were full of passion and blood-thirsty coldness.
He seemed to have found the stage that he wanted to release his enthusiasm and punched these vulnerable opponents. Maybe Zhang Jun had already regarded him as a weak opponent, but just let him practice killing. Let him really become his man so that he would have no worries in the future.
Zhang Han's body seemed to always be unstable. He was like a drunk drunkard, slumping in the middle of the knife group, but no one hurt him. The people with knives in their hands often appeared in front of him and disappeared. Then they hit Zhang Han's own body with a
