On the street.
Chu Kuanglan's muscles tensed up like iron in an instant.
The alcohol in his system turned into cold sweat that spread over his body with a "swoosh," making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
When did this person get so close?
He hadn't noticed at all.
The terror of this soundless, stealth approach.
Far beyond the speed he had previously imagined...
His heart pounded violently in his chest, almost smashing against his ribs.
But Chu Kuanglan was, after all, a fierce man who had survived countless battles, and his life-on-the-line instincts overcame his shock.
He jerked his shoulder sharply, forcefully breaking free from the hand.
At the same time, he staggered a step, using the effects of the alcohol as a cover, turned around, his face showing a mix of irritation at being disturbed and drunkenness, shouting angrily:
"Who the hell are you? Do I know you? Walking so silently, trying to scare me to death?!"
