Soon, Frost caught up to Elisa, who trembled in fear.

“Die, you b*tch!”

Frost jumped into the air and showed no mercy to Elisa, even though she was a woman. He only wanted to kill her.

During that critical moment, the wind howled, and a man in green instantly showed up in front of Elisa. He threw two darts forward that drew a silver arc in the air.

Frost’s face changed while he was airborne.

If he continued falling forward, those two darts would hit him.

So, he twisted midway and landed on the ground.

But the darts moved like they had navigation systems installed in them. They turned in midair and went straight for the back of Frost’s head.

In shock, Frost used his knife to cut them down.

Clang!

Sparks flew, and the darts fell. With the knife in hand, Frost moved back.

His heart raced in fear.

The blade of his knife was chipped, and his hand tore from the force of the parry.

But the man in green had not even broken a sweat throwing his darts.

“Who are you?”