A dangerous feeling immediately rose inside his heart, just as he was about to draw out his knife, a hand suddenly held his hand in place.
No matter how he tried to move, his hand just would not budge, indicating the strength of the person who was holding him.
His heart started to beat quickly, just as he was about to turn around to face the person holding his hand, a voice suddenly resounded in the air.
"It's me, Roland."
Hearing that, Denis could finally heave a sigh of relief. At the same time, he could not help but look at Roland carefully.
The dangerous feeling he felt earlier was not something that could be faked. He rarely felt this way even though he kept on fighting on the streets during his highschool days.
For Roland to make him feel that way, that could only mean one thing. Roland was not as simple and as weak as he looks.
