Do I Look Good?

"You killed... the Night Fang Mercenary Group Deputy Commander?"

A trembling voice came from the side.

The dwarf Smedley stared fearfully at Mu Fan, whose back was a gruesome sight. Someone had actually openly attacked and killed a member of the Night Fang Mercenary Group—and their Vice Regimental Commander at that... Sa Yaru.

Was he truly not afraid of this legendary mercenary group? Was he truly not afraid of the Night Fang Mercenary Group's retaliation?

"Do you have a problem with that?"

Mu Fan turned his head slightly and asked in a low voice.

The moment they heard that deep voice, everyone instinctively took a step back in fright.

Smedley nearly tripped over the scattered chunks of sofa on the floor.

"They're from the Night Fang Mercenary Group!"

"They're—"

"So what?" Mu Fan turned around and calmly looked at the flushed young man.

Seeing that the killing intent in Mu Fan's eyes had yet to fade, the young man shuddered and forcibly swallowed the rest of his words.

You may not be afraid, but we are.

"That one over there, deal with him yourselves. If he doesn't receive treatment within twenty minutes, there'll be no point saving him."

Mu Fan glanced at the giant Li Du and spoke blandly. He rolled his neck, then turned and walked toward Lu Qingxue.

The deep, crazed blood-red hue faded from his pupils as he walked back across the wreckage covering the floor.

The elite representatives from the various factions watched his unhurried footsteps with reverence.

Who could have imagined that this harmless-looking academy student was actually a genuine primal fierce beast beneath that suit?

Directly before Mu Fan stood the beautiful figure as cold and pristine as snow.

Even now, Lu Qingxue felt as if everything she had witnessed was unreal. Was this