Norman had not returned to his room yet, but he sensitively perceived some movement inside the room.
"Bang!"
He kicked the door hard and pressed it shut.
Behind the door, a man was gasping for breath, still holding a knife in his hand.
Seeing that Norman had discovered him, the man trembled as he spoke, "I... I entered the wrong room! Let me go, I have something to do!"
Norman sneered and looked down at the knife in his hand, "Entered the wrong room? Can you come up with a lame excuse?"
With that, he slowly let go of the door.
The man immediately rushed forward, aiming the knife at Norman's face.
Norman remained unfazed, looking at the incoming knife, he reached behind his back and swiftly gripped the man's wrist.
Immediately, Norman twisted his wrist, and the knife moved towards
