As he spoke, the fat man grew more and more excited. He even pulled off his mask and started picking his nose, repeatedly muttering, "Awesome," under his breath as he did.
Chu Han's eyes flickered. After glancing in Bai Yun'er's direction, he smiled, hooked an arm around the fat man's shoulders, and used gravity to smoothly steer him into a small corner.
The fat man struggled a little, but Chu Han's speed and strength were far too explosive. Before he could even finish picking his nose, he had already been dragged aside, with three vital points on his body deliberately—or seemingly casually—pinned by sharp weapons.
His carotid artery was held under Chu Han's two fingers, his heart was touched by the dagger strapped to Chu Han's right arm, and the blade of a huge Black Axe hung perilously close between his legs.
The fat man was instantly too terrified to speak, especially because of that third spot. The cold gleam of the blade practically stabbed at him. One careless move, and he would lose the ability to have descendants!
"Pretty promising. What's your name?" Chu Han still wore a brilliant smile, as if he had no idea he was threatening the fat man's life.
"Wu... Wu Teng." The fat man stammered in fright, cold sweat pouring out of him.
In terms of combat power, he was not afraid of Chu Han at all. In terms of backing, he was a helper hired by the Mysterious Family. Why would he fear someone like Chu Han, who had no background whatsoever?
But at this very moment, in terms of methods, he was completely suppressed by Chu Han.
Who could have expected Chu Han to come right out of the gate and force him toward death?
No one had told him Chu Han