Feathers fluttered in mid-air.
As Sikong Yueming turned his face back, Ivana Bennett's right hand had already swung down, striking him fiercely on the side of his neck.
His vision went black, Sikong Yueming directly fainted.
Pushing him off of her, Ivana Bennett stood up, panting.
This guy, whether in strength, speed, or explosive power, was no less than Lucas Walker. If not for that flaw just now, it would have been very difficult for her to defeat him.
Unable to find a rope, she tore the bedsheet, bound Sikong Yueming's hands and feet, dragged him to the Control Room, and fetched a cup of cold water to splash onto his face.
Stimulated by the cold water, Sikong Yueming quickly regained consciousness.
Opening his eyes, he saw Ivana Bennett sitting at the control panel, pressing a dining knife against his throat.
"Teach me how to operate!"
Sikong Yueming cornered his lips, "Dream on."
"I will kill you!"
