A figure suddenly appeared, as if it had materialized out of thin air, and launched a surprise attack right in front of the two men.
Zost and Dick had been staring down the corridor, yet neither of them noticed a thing.
But now, there was no time for either of them to think.
The enemy was already in front of them. The only thing to consider was staying alive, then taking the enemy down!!
The two black figures moved incredibly fast. They were not carrying guns, but short daggers no more than thirty centimeters long.
With a flash of cold steel, one dagger lunged straight for Zost's heart.
At the same time, the other man charged toward Dick, clearly intending to take on one person each.
As Dick was shoved aside by Zost, he immediately understood what had happened. He went with the momentum and fell, then rolled to the side without caring how disheveled he looked.
As for Zost, his concern for Dick made him a step too slow. By the time he recovered, the shadow was already standing before him.
Under the surge of excitement, faint lava-like patterns had appeared across his face, and a faint glow had begun to radiate from his body.
When faced with the blade stabbing toward his chest, Zost did not dodge in the slightest. Instead, he reached out directly.
The blade pierced straight through Zost's right palm, but the forceful blow immediately slowed.
Combined with Zost's already enhanced physical fitness, the blood-covered blade gradually came to a stop before it could reach his chest.
Naturally, terror appeared in the knife-wielder's eyes.
Perhaps he had never expected Zost, the boss of the entire Black Prison Group, to make such a decisive choice and possess such powerful combat instincts.
Before this, they had already