C604 Hand-to-hand

"Stop! Quickly stop!" A middle-aged white man ran over, wiping his sweat off with a handkerchief.

Knight of the Skies looked up at the man, his face full of contempt: "Captain Locke, if you don't direct the boat, why did you come here? There is no need for you to do anything here."

When the Captain Locke heard this, he looked at the young man clad in armor and said carefully: "Sir Knight