Struggling to Survive

A moment later, a slightly pudgy fat man walked over.

He wore dark gray shorts, socks that nearly reached his knees, and a pair of big-toed leather shoes. He had even draped his parachute over himself, sneaking about in a comically furtive manner.

"Ford?"

Martin knew the fat man. Although Ford was not in his class, Martin basically knew all the students in his year.

If it was only Ford, then even injured, Martin might still be able to handle him. The problem was that Ford himself was weak and careless. Before Ford had even arrived, Martin had already heard his footsteps.

What if someone was following behind Ford?

He could not let himself play the mantis stalking the cicada, only to let the oriole behind reap the benefit.

At that moment, Ford spotted the corpse on the ground and immediately stepped forward excitedly to search it. He picked up a silenced pistol, gave two creepy chuckles, and slipped it into his pocket.

But before he could search for a second item, an arrow suddenly flew from behind him and pierced straight through his head.

Just as expected, there's someone else. Martin's heart tightened as he stared fixedly behind Ford.

A masked girl swiftly approached, crouched beside Ford's corpse, and rapidly searched it. She stuffed several items into her backpack, then turned to leave.

At that moment, Martin struck.

Since he had not exchanged for throwing knives, he directly used the short sword in his hand as one.

Although his left hand was badly injured, his exertion was highly efficient, and his strength still far surpassed that of most students. The force of that throw was enough to blast through any enemy.

Caught off guard, the girl's abdomen was pierced straight through by the short sword, but she did not