The man's face was pale.
"When...when did you get behind me?!" His Huaxia speech was stiff.
This man had a Western face.
After the establishment of the Federal Government, military reforms were carried out. Now the federations in each military district are a mix of various races.
The man tried to appear calm, but his voice was shaking: "Who...who are you?"
"Kneel and apologize to Zhang Yu," Yang Gang's indifferent voice echoed.
The man was stunned at first, then laughed: "So you're Zhang Yu's friend. You wouldn't dare to harm me…"
"Slush~"
The sharp blade on the man's neck penetrated a centimeter into his skin, blood immediately gushed out.
Everyone's face changed dramatically.
The man's legs were shaking. This guy was serious. . .
Natural Superpowers are at a disadvantage when the enemy gets close, let alone now that someone is holding a knife directly to his neck, offering no chance for retaliation.
