The Little Monkey Tristan

Heather Sage looked at him quietly.

It was fine as long as Scout Lampkin didn't do anything.

If he insisted on fighting, Heather could only run to a place where there was no one.

Otherwise, the six forbidden techniques in her body would be activated and she would wash this street in blood.

How many people were there on this street?

Thousands or tens of thousands?

It was impossible to estimate!

However, for a girl like Heather, she didn't have the iron-blooded methods of people like Braydon Neal. She couldn't bear to hurt innocent passers-by.

Therefore, Heather acted very calmly and did not provoke Scout.

Scout looked at her coldly and said, "Are you afraid now? It's too late!"

"A little!"

Heather was worried that ordinary people would be hurt because of her.

Scout walked up to her and took out a black waist token with his left hand. He said indifferently, "Since you're a martial artist, then come with me!"