Qin Xiaopang opened his eyes, still hearing the sounds of fighting nearby.
He turned his head and saw Old Smoker still locked in combat with Gold-rimmed Glasses, his body already covered in bloodstains.
Old Smoker's movements were sluggish, and behind him, Hu Gaizi was waiting for an opportunity.
This is bad, I have to hurry and help. Old Smoker can't hold on any longer.
Just as Qin Xiaopang picked up his axe and struggled to his feet, he saw Gold-rimmed Glasses move behind Old Smoker and grab him by the hair.
As Old Smoker's head was yanked up, Hu Gaizi stepped forward and cut Old Smoker's throat with a dagger.
Blood spurted out, and Old Smoker's body went limp, collapsing to the ground.
Hu Gaizi, looking at the blood, laughed excitedly, his laughter interspersed with coughs.
He was affected by the poison fog and had also been poisoned by Old Smoker's smoke toxin; his current condition wasn't good.
But Gold-rimmed Glasses was in excellent condition.
