Luke, however, had no intention of letting them go.
Twirling the two daggers in his hands, he regained his steady footsteps and walked in the direction where the three criminals were gathered.
Hearing the faint footsteps, one of the criminals couldn't bear the fear in his heart. He abruptly stood up and pulled the trigger in the direction of the footsteps as he screamed.
After emptying the clip of his submachine gun, he realized that there was no one in front of him.
After a brief daze, Luke walked out from his side and slid his hand across the man's throat.
The criminal's eyes were filled with fear as he dropped his submachine gun and covered his neck.
But surging blood instantly drowned his hand, and then half of his body.
His partner, who was crouching a meter away from him, was only about to pull the trigger when he saw Luke.
Luke abruptly stepped to the side and brushed his neck with his other dagger.
Following in his partner's footsteps, the criminal helplessly covered his neck with both hands and leaned against the wall as he watched Luke's back leave.
Another criminal hiding three meters away heard the noise and panted. He crouched behind the counter and looked around in fear, his gun swaying back and forth.
A dagger, however, extended from the top of his head and landed lightly in front of him before it slid across his neck. He felt his throat go cold before a warm, wet liquid gushed out.
A low groan came from his throat. He struggled to his feet, took two steps, and fell head first onto the counter.
In the dim green light, a large amount of dark liquid quickly covered the glass surface of the counter.
The first floor gradually fell silent.
The criminals who had been seriously injured earlier were either dead or barely breathing, and their screams were barely audible.
The thick smell of blood filled the dark air, and three pairs of eyes in the shadows were bloodshot as they stared at Luke's back.
Just like that, they stared at him as he snuck closer and took out another criminal, before they threw out their daggers and killed the last two.
Luke raised his head and heaved a long sigh of relief, as if he had relaxed.
Then, he walked over to the last criminal who had died. He reached out and picked up the submachine gun hanging in front of his chest, about to take it off.
At this moment, there was a rumbling sound, and a black figure broke through the vent on the ceiling in the corner, pouncing at him a few meters away.
In the eyes of a normal person, this black shadow would only be a fleeting illusion in this dark environment.
But in the eyes of Luke, who had been waiting for a long time, the shadow wasn't fast enough.
He raised the MP7 in his hand and fired a round of bullets at them.
However, the black shadow did not dodge at all. The few bullets that hit his body only produced muffled sounds. His speed and movements were not affected at all.
Luke raised his head in astonishment. He let go of the MP7 in his hand and hurriedly retreated.
The black shadow missed its target, but with a tap of its toes, it once again pounced towards him in the air at lightning speed.
His hands, which had been tucked in front of his chest, suddenly stretched out, and two big claws stabbed at Luke's head.
Luke rolled to the side and dodged the attack again, but his movements were clearly a little messed up.
The black shadow dashed across the ground, moving exactly like when Luke had killed the criminals earlier. It was as if the two pounces just now had been an illusion.
Without a sound, another black shadow pounced down from the ceiling vent behind Luke.
Unlike the first black shadow, this one didn't break through the vent, but quietly moved it away while Luke dealt with the first black shadow.
He was also very gentle when he dove down, and it happened to be aimed at Luke's back as he retreated.
At that moment, Luke seemed to have been forced into a corner. He suddenly stepped to the side next to an ancient knight's armor and grabbed the shield that was more than forty centimeters long and thirty centimeters wide.
However, the knight's other hand was holding a knight's spear, which he didn't have time to grab.
Picking up his shield, he turned around and hid behind it. At the same time, his body quickly retreated.
In the air, he picked up a weapon from the broken counter with his other hand and threw it at the first attacker.
Although the second attacker's sneak attack missed, he was still behind Luke, and he didn't seem to have noticed it.
The first attacker swung his claws, and Luke did his best to block it with his shield. The moment the two collided, there was an ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal, and sparks lit up the dark room.
The other party's long claws turned out to be metal weapons, not fingernails.
The second attacker behind Luke moved quickly and stayed behind Luke the entire time. When he got close, he stabbed at Luke's lower back.
Luke, however, seemed to have sensed something. He abruptly swung his shield to the side of his body, and as he twisted his body, he exerted strength under his feet and crashed into the second attacker's huge claws.
Clang!
There was the crisp sound of metal colliding, followed by a subtle crack.
The attacker cried out in pain, and his sneak attack suddenly bent in the middle of his forearm.
Luke's attack had broken his forearm.
But as he cried out in pain, the second attacker's other huge claw stabbed at Luke's waist from the side without any hesitation.
Luke, however, suddenly paused, and the assailant who had been pressed against the shield was sent flying. Naturally, the claw missed.
Luke turned around and swung his right hand at the head of the first attacker who was hot on his heels.
Alarmed, the first attacker crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Clang!
There was another loud noise, and this attacker was also sent flying.
The same thought flashed through the minds of both attackers. How was that possible? Why had his strength and speed suddenly increased so much?
Based on the speed and strength that Luke had revealed earlier, it was impossible for him to beat them back.
Both of them couldn't help but look at something not far above Luke's head.
A black shadow quietly hung down like a snake, and the big claws in its hands were gently stabbing at the top of Luke's head.
At that moment, Luke had just sent the first attacker flying with his shield. When he turned around, he seemed to be defenseless.
His left hand, however, reached out to another knight's armor in front of him, and pulled out the chain hammer that it was holding.
The third attacker's claw was about to land on Luke's head, when he suddenly sensed something.
Luke seemed to have pulled the chain hammer too hard. After pulling it out with his left hand, he didn't show any intention of holding back. Instead, he swung it upward.
The hammer, the size of a baby's head, flew straight at the third attacker's chest.
The upside down attacker's legs were still in the vent, and there was no time to pull them out.
He could only make the same choice as his previous two companions — to block with both hands.
Clang!
The ferocious spiked ball of a hammer smashed heavily into the arms that were crossed in front of his chest.
The third attacker flew out like a cannonball and smashed into a counter ten meters away. With a clattering sound, he knocked over three counters in a row before he stopped.
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