Loser Smashed Into the Wall

Han Moze's gaze was ominous and unreadable, as he gently flung the inch-long silver needle with his right hand. The needle instantly shot towards the shadow guard's heart.

The shadow guard was seriously shocked, as he immediately dodged to one side. At the same time, the silver needle brushed across his hand.

'Your Majesty, could you please not be so ruthless?' The shadow guard couldn't help but sigh deep down inside.

All of a sudden, the shadow guard sensed a strong murderous aura behind him, which made him abruptly shudder. He immediately rolled several times on the floor, fortunately dodging yet another near-fatal attack.

Right after, he immediately bolted up with clenched fists and looked at Han Moze with a precautionary look on his face.

"What's your name?" Han Moze suddenly asked with a trace of a smirk in the corner of his mouth.