Chapter217

Eric frowned, holding a handful of powder tightly in my hand and sprinkling it behind my ear.

The powder instantly filled Eric's eyes. Eric closed his eyes for a moment, but a sharp pain hit him instantly.

He cried out in pain, instinctively about to rub his eyes when Winson had already stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, pulled his knife, and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

Eric fell to the ground, and Winson pulled me behind him, picked up my chin, and hastily said, "How are you doing?

Does it hurt?

Hang on, I'll have Edward check you up

Just as I winked at Winson, he saw the hand I had put in his pocket.

But he still panicked.

After all, how can I feel at ease when that knife is so truly across her neck?

I raised my hand and touched my neck, saying calmly, "It's okay, there's no blood coming out. Don't worry so much about it

How can I not worry? You are really too brave. Why do you still let him blackmail you even though you can avoid it?