Alan immediately accelerated toward Alice.
Alice glanced up and down at Alan, just about to speak when a sudden whooshing sound filled the air. The next moment, a young man with bulging muscles, bare-chested and carrying a long spear on his back, rushed over.
"Hey, beauty, how about a stroll together?"
The moment his playful voice sounded, Alan had already stepped in front of him.
"She's not free, and neither am I. Go find someone else."
Alice looked at the young man, then at Alan, her expression calm and indifferent.
Blocked by Alan, the young man glared at him furiously and said with a cocky tone,
"You dare stop me from flirting? Who do you think you are? Eat shit!"
As soon as the words fell, a fierce gust of wind howled. The young man threw a heavy punch straight at Alan's chest.
A strange, dark swamp-like energy swirled around his fist, emanating an eerie suction force.
