Star River Federation's...
Pan-interstellar common language!?
Mu Fan narrowed his eyes. Neither he nor Black had expected this result.
So he understood the other's words perfectly clearly.
Who was he?
Heh, was there any need to explain?
The situation before him was obvious. It should have been a bloody clash between two native tribes.
The strong preyed on the weak. That was the law of the jungle.
After his adoptive parents had both died, he had survived alone for over a decade. He had crawled out of piles of corpses.
So Mu Fan had no intention of involving himself in this matter.
Before learning the truth, any rash intervention was inadvisable.
Of course, special circumstances were another matter.
Thus, Mu Fan lifted his eyelids and calmly swept his gaze over the Red Stone Guard led by Hawthorne. He could sense that every tall, gaunt warrior holding a spear had locked their eyes onto him.
"Just passing through."
After saying that, Mu Fan turned to leave.
His gaze passed over Yinuoke's face. The dark-skinned little fat boy was not looking at him, but still glaring hatefully at the Red Stone Guard.
Mu Fan could not help feeling a measure of approval for the boy.
A true warrior would never place his hopes in someone else.
No matter how strong the little fat boy was, his temperament had earned Mu Fan's recognition.
But that was not a reason for Mu Fan to act.
His footsteps did not pause.
Yet at that moment, a sinister voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"You think you can just say you're passing through in front of the Red Stone Tribe? Which tribe are you from... I've never seen clothes like yours before. Stop!"
Rustle!
A forest of spears shifted.
Yet Mu Fan did not stop walking.
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