The remaining two wanted to flee, but Xu Huo had already sealed the door in advance using the Secant Line. Rank A Props weren't so easily destroyed, so none of the various props they attempted to use earlier had any effect. When they resorted to ramming their bodies against it, the result was predictable.
Four men, and three died in the blink of an eye. The only one left had lost an arm and didn't dare move again. He stood still and pleaded earnestly, "Please don't kill me! I'll give you all my props!"
"Does that sentence sound ridiculous to you?" Xu Huo sneered at him. "If I kill you, wouldn't your props already belong to me?"
"No, no..." Eleven hurriedly said, "We also have our hideout, with loads of gold and treasures. If you spare me, I can lead you there!"
But Xu Huo wasn't particularly interested. Smiling faintly, he said, "Compared to gold and treasures, I think your life holds more value."
Before Eleven could even react, his head slid clean off his neck.
