He saw a man and a dog standing at the entrance of the alley, their four eyes intently staring at him.
The tracker's heart skipped a beat, and his hair stood on end.
Before he could react, Fang Zhixing tip-toed forward, rushed at him like a gust of wind, and delivered a direct punch to his stomach.
Thump~
The tracker instantly bent over like a shrimp, struggling to breathe.
Fang Zhixing grabbed his hair, yanked his scalp, lifted him up, and shoved him against the wall.
"Who are you, and why are you following me?" Fang Zhixing asked coldly.
The tracker was a pale-faced young man in the Mid Stage of the Power Transmission Realm; he struggled desperately but was completely unable to shake Fang Zhixing.
The gap in strength was too vast!
The pale-faced young man said in panic, "I wasn't following you, I was just passing by."
Fang Zhixing pulled out a dagger and pressed it against the lower half of the young man's body, stabbing halfway in and damaging the skin of a certain part.
