Chapter 983 Kneel, Now!
- Lin Zhengjin was a wreck, nerves stretched tight. Ever since he learned Michael Shephard was a practitioner, he’d kept his guard up. Still, he never imagined Michael would slam Han Xiaoguo to the floor right under his nose.
- Shouting, Lin flung out a few streams of energy, trying to pry that invisible force pinning Han to the ground, to knock Michael’s palm away—
- And drag Han out of danger—