Chapter 117: Amadeus Adler

THE TIP of the knife buried into August’s skin as he tried to dodge to the side. He groaned in pain, but at the same time, his movements became faster and he was able to stay away from his attacker before the knife would bury more in his body.

“Fuck!” August cussed loudly. His breathing became ragged when he looked at the blood dripping from his wound. “Who are you?”

“My apologies, Fordman.” The man smirked before he played with the knife in his hand. “This is just a part of my job that I needed to execute.”

In one swift, the man who had a crazy, wicked smirk on his lips attacked August again. Unlike Gabriel, his opponent now was skilled in combat and using knives. August could only dodge, but at the same time, his vision