"You... Mr. Fang... what did you just do to me?"
Liu Shan flew into a rage. "You wicked woman! You ambushed my husband, and you have the nerve to ask what he did to you?"
"No, I didn't... I was only telling his fortune..."
Xiao Yu frowned deeply.
They had no grudge against each other, so she really had no reason to attack him.
But the Merit Power had retaliated against her. That was also a fact.
Wait...
Fortune-telling?
A possibility suddenly occurred to Xiao Yu, and his expression grew even more serious.
"Miss, were you trying to use some kind of 'Soul Search' method on me just now?"
Methods like that could damage the soul, with extremely serious consequences.
The slightest carelessness could kill someone or leave them horribly damaged.
Naturally, that had triggered the Merit Power's protection and counterattack.
"You... just who are you?!"
A trace of panic and fear crept into the cold beauty's icy voice.
How had this man known?
And how had he detected it and counterattacked instantly?
Her reaction brought one thought to Xiao Yu's mind: Just as I thought.
"Never mind who I am. Tell me, what's your relationship with that fellow named Aimon?"
Xiao Yu felt certain there was a connection between them.
Their mental attacks were similar. How could that possibly be a coincidence?
"I... I..."
Xiao Yu waited patiently for quite a while.
But she kept hemming and hawing, refusing to speak, and finally shut her mouth altogether.
He simply stepped forward, seized her by the throat, and lifted her off the floor.
She was an enemy, not a friend, anyway.
And she still refused to cooperate?
Then he wouldn't hold back.
"Talk. What exactly is your relationship?"
With his hand around her throat, the cold beauty's face contorted in