Chapter 113: Uncontrollable Madness

They lunged at Peter Zorn like a pack of starving tigers. Peter didn't face them head-on. In his frenzied state, he was like a man on adrenaline, weaving through them with the last shred of his consciousness. In his hand, he held a small curved knife, no longer than half a palm, like an eagle's talon, clenched between his fingers. His right hand punched hard, while his left ghostly slit throats. After a few exchanges, two attackers lay on the ground, and the woman had a look of terror on her face,...