Feeling the cold wind blowing against his back, Tom's hair stood on end.
Instinctively, he picked up a plate from the ground, stood up, twisted his waist, and hurled it backward fiercely.
Clang!
The plate struck someone at that moment, making a loud clanging sound.
Tom's face lit up with joy, thinking he had successfully defended himself, but then a "sizzle" sounded, and a sharp pain erupted from his rib area.
Looking down, he saw a knife sunk into his waist, and an assassin dressed in black with a black mask was staring at him.
Next to him, another assassin, due to the plate's impact, had a bloody gash on his forehead.
Blood flowed continuously, yet the injured assassin remained standing upright, the murderous intent in his eyes undisguised!
Did I not hit him?
Despair filled Tom's heart; the assassins were highly skilled, and even one was hard to deal with.
Now standing in front of him were two, and he was wounded.
How can I fight this?
Bang!
