Green blood splashed out.
The stabbed, green-skinned man turned in disbelief to look at his companion. He reached out to fight back, but his head was swiftly severed. It hit the ground with a sickening thud, blood spurting from his mouth. Even then, he managed to speak:
"Master won't let you go."
"Hehe, master..." The other green-skinned man grinned as green blood splattered across him. "I'll let you meet your master soon enough."
As the lifeless body fell to the ground, the remaining three were already on high alert. They stared at him intently until one of them spoke in a cold voice:
"Who are you, Green Number 47?"
"Oh, I am Green Number 47, though," he muttered calmly. His appearance was identical to theirs, yet even when facing the three who should have matched him in strength, he wore only a confident grin.
"You—"
