"Night Eagle!" If Xiao Lin has any fatal weakness, only two people know of it—one is the Military Advisor, and the other is Night Eagle. Xiao Lin has a small reflex when attacked from the left side. If the enemy is ambidextrous and simultaneously attacks his right side, there will be a half-second gap, a deadly weakness. If the opponent is an expert, Xiao Lin will undoubtedly perish.
"Follow me!" The shadow hesitated not as it flipped in the opposite direction than Xiao Lin had ascended. Xiao Lin silently followed. He knew that if it had been an opponent, he'd be gravely injured at this moment. He glanced longingly at the window before swiftly catching up with Night Eagle's figure.
