Chapter 165: The Battle of Small Town

Was it missing? Benson Santee had barely finished wondering why this Small Town did not appear on the map when a sharp, urgent whistle of something cutting through the air snapped his thoughts in half. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…" Behind him, the rain curtain split as two crescent-shaped throwing blades, cold as moonlight, tore straight for his back. Swish! In the next heartbeat, the twin crescent blades passed right through Benson Santee's body. "Hm?" In the downpour, a black-clad figure stared...