After Jerry finished speaking, Mu Fan's ears twitched slightly. He could hear the breathing of the few of them slow at the same time.
Heh...
"Is that a threat?"
Mu Fan raised his eyelids slightly and asked expressionlessly.
"No, no, of course not. I'm merely stating a fact. Perhaps you think what you've encountered now is everything, but this world is actually far broader than what you've seen."
A smile appeared on Jerry Cecil's face. Despite his conspicuously blue-streaked hair, the air of a scion from a prestigious family, along with that perfectly measured arrogance and frivolity, was displayed to the fullest.
He waited for Mu Fan to refute him, after which he would lay out the ironclad reality.
Once the first gap was torn open in someone's psychological defenses, everything became much easier.
Heh, hehehe...
Mu Fan's shoulders trembled slightly. Then he raised his head and looked at the blue-haired young man whose every sentence was a trap, a cruel smile appearing on his face.
"My backing is my fists. Do you want to see them?"
The moment those words came out, the atmosphere took a sharp turn for the worse.
Jerry Cecil's smile vanished, and that cold expression returned to his face. "You'd better think before you speak."
Mu Fan stared at him, then suddenly reached out with his right hand toward his shoulder.
The instant he noticed the movement, every nerve in Jerry Cecil's body tightened. He abruptly stomped the ground and shot backward at high speed.
Yet Mu Fan's right arm suddenly extended by dozens of centimeters at that moment.
A powerful gust of air followed as it directly seized Jerry Cecil's retreating body.
His five fingers clenched, then jerked back hard.
Jerry Cecil, who had already leaned backward and sprung away, was actually dragged back