Leslie was casually flipping a few daggers in her hands, the moonlight bouncing off the blades with a cold silver gleam.
Bang!
In the middle of the chaos, Broderick caught a solid punch to the side.
Leslie's playful look vanished in an instant. Her face turned cold, sharp as a blade.
Behind Broderick, Razor was closing in with a knife, ready to stab.
Stephen's eyes flew wide open in panic.
"Broderick, watch out!"
He instinctively made a move to block the attack.
But right when Razor was about to strike, a dagger flew through the air like an arrow shot from a bow.
A slick, wet sound-steel sinking into flesh.
"Ah!"
Razor screamed and dropped his knife with a clatter.
Broderick didn't hesitate. He turned and kicked Razor to the ground. In the next breath,
