A slender figure leaped from the bushes, striking towards him.
Bo Leng's gaze darkened as he directly faced the attacker.
A faint fragrance wafted towards him, causing a tremor in Bo Leng's heart.
It was the same scent he had smelled the night before last—it was her!
The force under his palm lessened, as if he were practicing Tai Chi with his opponent.
An Yan had gotten a clear look at his face when the man held the flashlight, it was the same man who had haunted her for the past few days.
Although he had helped her retrieve her phone, she was not going to show any mercy.
Bo Leng watched the woman's fierce moves and clicked his tongue lightly, "Quite impressive."
An Yan felt insulted, she grabbed the man's T-shirt collar and drove her knee toward the weakest part of his body.
Suddenly, Bo Leng clamped An Yan's slender leg between his and locked both her arms with his hands, rendering her unable to move.
