Nakamura Saki clutched her forehead, still trying to process what had happened as she found herself sitting on the floor.
She felt like she had just run into a wall, and her head was throbbing with pain.
She was frustrated. She had clearly timed it perfectly—that handsome man was walking in the lead, so how did she end up crashing into his bodyguard the next moment?
The bearded bodyguard's chest felt like a slab of steel, and she had smashed right into it.
If Da Xiong knew what she was thinking, he certainly wouldn't tell her that she'd slammed right into the pistol grip tucked under his arm. The moment she lunged, he had thought it was an attack and immediately sidestepped to shield Wu Yun.
Da Xiong bent down to help Nakamura Saki up. Seeing the red, swollen lump on her forehead, he apologized profusely.
