Lin Haizhi looked at the girl in black night clothes with a ponytail and a black butterfly mask. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Her dark eyes were like lingering black fog as she looked at Lin Haizhi indifferently. Without a word, Shen Yaowei took out a dagger and stabbed it at Lin Haizhi.
How could she let this man off when he was so disrespectful to her mother?
Seeing that Shen Yaowei had made a move, he immediately jumped to the ground.
As Lin Haizhi watched Shen Yaowei rush towards him with a dagger in her hand without saying a word, he sneered. "Stupid girl, you really overestimate yourself!"
He quickly dodged to the side to avoid the dagger. Then he raised the ax in his hand and slashed at Shen Yaowei.
The ax emitted a strong smell of blood mixed with resentment. It was enough to show that it had touched many people's blood.
Shen Yaowei's eyes turned cold, and she quickly dodged to the side.
