Chapter 207
Author: BOSSSESamaaaa
last update2026-04-15 21:20:38

Two people from the left reacted fast, attacking together. One with a fist aimed at the head, the other trying to lock him from behind.

Lein tilted his body, letting the first fist pass by the side of his ear, his hand catching the first attacker's wrist and twisting it behind him. One push, and that man crashed into the second one coming from behind. Both went down on top of each other.

Two people. One motion.

Three from the right came in a more organized formation, trying to cut off every exi
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