Commoners

Mu Fan paid no attention whatsoever to the unusual situation around him. Without sparing that drenched golden-haired chicken another glance, he turned and walked toward the bearded Jika.

"Mr. Jika, can we continue our discussion?"

"Of course, of course we can!"

It was as though two blazing fires had lit up in the bearded man's eyes. He was no Federation man; this kid's barbaric manner suited his tastes perfectly.

Beneath hypocrisy lay one's true nature.

And this kid's every move now clearly pointed straight to his true nature.

He had basically decided on this deal already. All that remained was negotiating the price.

Beside them, Wang Nuonuo smiled gently and said something that nearly angered Rupert on the ground to death.

"My lord, does your hand hurt?"

Rupert felt a mouthful of blood lodge in his throat, ready to spurt out the next second.

Rupert, who had dominated Zhongjing City's gray underworld for more than a decade, felt as though he had fallen into hell at this moment.

Failures, ridicule, and humiliation he had never experienced before all came crashing down upon him today.

How could he fail to notice the gloating looks from those around him? As for some of the noble young ladies who rarely left their homes, their burning gazes were fixed on Mu Fan in his crisp shirt.

What had just happened was simply too shocking for them.

Still as a maiden, swift as a hare; with a raised hand, he could bring down the heavens.

Since when had such a masculine young man appeared in Zhongjing City's noble circles?

"Sir, sir, let me help you up first. Do you require medical services?" The attendant tried to help Rupert to his feet.

"Get lost! This is No. 1 Mountain Villa? Where is everyone? Where did this