Both Allen and James attacked each other. Spin without any guilt. Both of their arms were bleeding. Dripping to the ground until it's hard to move. Finally, Allen and James chose to hold the left hand. The old man turned around. Move according to the instinct of the black man's attack. Not to mention, James drew his gun. Making sure Allen's shotgun is out of his grip. He tries to target his feet. But [Speed Boost] got in the way. Fast footsteps from Allen. The sharp gaze from the man, made James's hairs creep in horror. Who would have thought that his great-grandson was getting serious.