Yellow Hair reluctantly glanced at the receding figure of Yan Song, obediently following him.
The Major led him around the base aimlessly, and when Yan Song stopped, his eyes coldly glared at the Major, who turned his head to look at him with a smile, "What's the matter?"
"Don't waste my time," his tone was cold, tinged with impatience.
The Major curled his lips, "Quite the temper, eh?" As he finished speaking, he stepped towards Yan Song, pretending to casually pat his shoulder, but, unexpectedly, swept a long leg out to attack Yan Song's lower body.
Yan Song's cold eyes narrowed slightly as if he had been prepared, and he agilely hopped back to avoid the kick. Far from retreating, he extended his long arm to grab the Major's shoulder. The Major felt a shock at the strength in the young man's grip, and before he could strike again, Yan Song grabbed his shoulders and executed a perfect shoulder throw.
