Eric frowned, holding a handful of powder tightly in my hand and sprinkling it behind my ear.

The powder instantly filled Eric's eyes. Eric closed his eyes for a moment, but a sharp pain hit him instantly.

He cried out in pain, instinctively about to rub his eyes when Winson had already stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, pulled his knife, and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

Eric fell to the ground, and Winson pulled me behind him, picked up my chin, and hastily said, "How are you doing?

Does it hurt?

Hang on, I'll have Edward check you up

Just as I winked at Winson, he saw the hand...