White men move neatly and without the slightest slippage.

However, just as his palm knife was about to touch Song Yan's skin, he was like installing a spring under his feet, and rushed out five or six meters to avoid the blow.

Five or six meters away, Song Yan suddenly turned back and stared vigilantly at the white man, with a trace of palpitation deep in his eyes. Fortunately, he learnt to leap the tiger step. Otherwise, he was sure of winning the trick just now. Even so, he felt a dull tingling pain in his back neck skin.

"Who are you? Why did you attack me?

Instead of answering...