Song Xiaodong didn't immediately turn around. The fact that the other person had gotten so close to him before he noticed it was enough to highlight the gap in strength between them. Even if he turned around, it would be easy for the other person to kill him, given his injured state.
He just stood there, motionless, and the person behind him also remained still. If it weren't for the occasional breath on the back of his neck, Song Xiaodong would have thought the person had left.
"What exactly do you want?" After another dozen seconds, Song Xiaodong asked.
But the person behind him didn't answer; only the breath proved that the person was still there.
If it weren't for the warmth of the breath, Song Xiaodong might have really suspected it was some kind of ghost.
Song Xiaodong took a deep breath, slowly turned around, but there was no one behind him. However, the faint breath on his neck was still there.
