At that moment, Mu Fan was like a cheetah about to pounce, his omnipresent killing intent completely enveloping the other man.
Little Mustache's left hand, hanging at his side, finally clenched unnaturally.
At that moment, he felt the aura rising from the young man beside him—terrifying and dense.
This is the real you, isn't it...
That thought flashed through his mind as Little Mustache looked directly at Mu Fan. "I mean no harm."
This time, his voice was firm and solemn.
Mu Fan's killing intent finally receded. He looked at him coldly. "What exactly are you here for?"
His adoptive parents had merely been scavengers. On the edge of that wasteland, where people died every day, no one would have noticed such details.
As Mu Fan grew up, the few people who knew about it gradually disappeared from his sight as well.
They had either starved to death or died of illness.
As for the fact that he was adopted, the very few people left who knew were barely able to survive themselves. Who would have the leisure to gossip?
And now, this stranger from the Gador Empire had brought up Mu Fan's most private secret the moment he opened his mouth.
The man had investigated him!
How could Mu Fan not be wary?
Little Mustache knew that if he did not reveal some information, he probably would not be able to leave.
So, he closed the magazine in his hand and tucked it at his side before turning around. "I was merely sent by my master to meet you and convey our goodwill."
"Some matters are still only speculation to you, and they are likewise speculation to my master. You may consider us your strongest support within the Gador Empire."
Before Mu Fan could speak, Little Mustache bowed slightly.