Killer cursed loudly and hurriedly sheathed his blades to dodge. That sharp blade light had nearly cut Kid. But the Phantom Group members still did not stop. They lifted Kid up, using him as a weapon as they chased Killer around and smashed him wildly. Kid was like a sandbag, crashing through tables, chairs, and furnishings along the way, his head battered until his face was swollen and bruised.
Killer was practically furious to death, but he was afraid of hurting Kid and did not dare attack, fearing that he might accidentally kill him. Yet if they kept swinging Kid around as a weapon, he would sooner or later be smashed to death. Even if he did not die, he would be beaten into an idiot!
Ronglin, standing to one side, found the sight immensely satisfying. Kid and his group had been so arrogant just now, wanting to take his head? Now Kid was being held by his own subordinates and used as a weapon.
"Bastard!" Kid, dizzy and disoriented, had only just cursed when, whether deliberately or not, a Phantom Group member gave him a violent swing. Kid's head "accidentally" slammed into a pillar, leaving a dent in it. The pain was so intense that Kid could not even finish what he was saying.
Killer was so anxious he nearly spat blood. The bar was now in complete chaos. The Phantom Group members had spread out and surrounded him from all sides. Even if Killer wanted to abandon Kid and flee back for reinforcements, he could not do so.
Meanwhile, Ronglin, the true culprit, had not even made a move. He was leisurely watching the show from the side.
The more Killer thought about it, the angrier he became. His figure flashed as he dodged a Phantom's attack. No