The Middle Eastern gentleman was undoubtedly determined, but his mistake was in reminding Xiao Lin. Or perhaps, deep down inside, he didn't truly want to die. By warning Xiao Lin, he was also testing whether Xiao Lin could save him in time. However, it was certain that when he raised his palm, he did want to die. As for the inner cry, that was absent from his mind.
When the Middle Eastern gentleman's palm was just one centimeter from his forehead, already touching the hair on his scalp, he felt a blur in front of his eyes as his right hand was blocked by another hand.
"You want to die? Do you think Huaxia is a place where you can come and die whenever you wish?" Xiao Lin said faintly. In that instant, he seemed like the god who ruled the world, deciding life and death. If he didn't want someone to die, they absolutely wouldn't.