chapter 354 Heroes are short-tempered, but young people’s love is long-lasting!

The sharp tip of the knife pierced into the flesh, and a trickle of bright red blood flowed down Boreas Sharp neck. Under the starry sky, Boreas Sharp's face was as pale as a piece of white paper. The people in red clothes sitting opposite him were so angry that their noses were crooked. Even though they had seen countless storms, this was the first time they had encountered something like this. What is this? Robbery? How is that robbery if you put a knife to your own neck? Isn't this just...