I have the right to know my own situation, even if Si Yufan is not clear about something, he can completely express his opinion.

Obviously, Si Yufan didn't think so, and he tried to control it.

If it weren't for the fact that he was white, I wouldn't even have the last bit of patience to deal with him.

Messy thoughts, negative emotions made me so bad that when I opened the door of the rental house and saw the mess inside, I couldn't react to what was going on.

It wasn't until I met the brown foreign man who was crouching in front of my suitcase that I snapped back to my senses.

Seeing that I was back, not only did the foreign man not panic as a thief, but on the contrary, his face was cold, and he stood up unhurriedly, and my low gaze immediately turned into an upward gaze.

The man is about thirty years old, and his facial features are quite delicate, similar to the famous British football star Baker. Ham. He was tall and tall, and the two fists that fell to his side were full of power, and they were clenched tightly, as if they were ready to shatter everything they touched with a single punch.

The man looked down at me in an arrogant, condescending manner, as if he were contemptuous of a creature at the bottom of the world, a look that I will never forget, and which is extremely unpleasant.

This is not the posture and eyes of an ordinary thief, and even my sluggishness can smell danger in the increasingly viscous air.

In just a second, we finished judging each other.

Immediately, the man's gaze slipped down my face and locked onto my satchel next to my left side, his deep blue eyes flashing white, and my heartstrings tightened.

He raised his right hand and stretched it out to me, his thin lips lightly opened, and his voice was as cold as his expression: "Hand over the things!" ”

Stuff?

My left hand unconsciously pressed against the bag, and through the thick canvas, I pressed the handle of the angel blade.

"What...... What's that?" I spoke nervously, my voice so hard in my throat that I didn't even feel it was coming from me.

The strong hope of survival also reacted when I asked, and I carefully stepped back.

"Angel Blade, that doesn't belong to you!" The man's answer was straightforward, and his tone seemed to be judgmental.

I gripped the angel's blade tightly through the canvas hand as if I were holding my own destiny.

Not because the Angel Blade made me strong when I was in danger, but because it was the key to uncovering my origins.

I wouldn't give it to this stranger, not to mention how dangerous he looks.

"No way!" Obviously scared, I replied to the man very hard, and then rushed towards the rental gate with a very fast U-turn-

I frequently alternated my feet and ran out of the neighborhood in a frenzied manner, running along the crowded streets.

I thought the crowd would be a lifesaver, but the man came after me without a notice, and his magnitude was so amazing that he soon caught up with me, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of his outstretched hand about to grab my shoulder.

"Help, robbery!" I shouted to the passer-by, and opened the big hand with a backhand.

Nearby passers-by reacted, but they were still a beat slower, and the man dodged and came to me, his long arms blocking my way.

My steps didn't mean to stop, on the contrary they were still adding, and at the same time my clever cat's waist swished under his arm.