Without another word of nonsense.
Fang Mo drew the Iron Sword and thrust its blade straight into the refrigerator.
"Urgh!"
A muffled scream came from inside the refrigerator, followed by blood slowly seeping through the crack in its door.
Fang Mo said nothing. He simply yanked the Iron Sword from the refrigerator, intending to repeat the move, but the refrigerator door suddenly slammed open with a bang. A figure then tumbled out in a miserable heap.
"Y-you bastard!"
The figure rolled across the floor twice before barely managing to get up. "How did you know I was hiding in the refrigerator?!"
"Are you the product of inbreeding or something?"
Fang Mo did not hold back, directly pointing at the huge pile of beer and drinks nearby. "You took everything out of the refrigerator but didn't bother throwing it anywhere. Then you came inside without changing your shoes, leaving filthy footprints all over the place..."
"Damn it, I was careless."
The other man clutched his shoulder and could not help muttering.
Taking advantage of the moment, Fang Mo studied him with interest.
The man was tall and burly, seemingly not much smaller than Polnareff at first glance. His dark brown hair was casually tied into a braid behind his back, and he wore nothing on his upper body except a green vest.
It was worth mentioning that nearly every inch of his exposed body was covered in scars.
Fang Mo's earlier strike had pierced straight through his shoulder. Blood poured out endlessly, dyeing his body, clothes, and even the floor a glaring crimson.
"I really don't remember you..."
After examining him for a moment, Fang Mo still could not recall anything. He simply said, "Who goes there? State your name."
"Hehehe."
Just as he finished speaking, the man across from him