"I can't kill him?"
Chu Mo also smiled, then blinked and said, "Then tell me, what kind of background does he have?"
"Let me tell you the truth, he's the young master of the Dragon Martial Hall, and the only son of Hall Master Zhou. If you touch him, you will surely die," the burly middle-aged man said icily.
"Is he really that awesome?"
Chu Mo raised his eyebrows, but what the crowd did not expect was that, the next second, Chu Mo loudly said, "Sorry, I haven't heard of this nonsense Dragon Martial Hall, nor do I know what's so awesome about it!"
"Oh, and even if this so-called Dragon Martial Hall is awesome, I, Chu Mo, don't give a damn about it."
"Now, do you have any other impressive or threatening background to flaunt?"
Chu Mo looked at the burly middle-aged man with a playful expression on his face.
"You..."
The burly middle-aged man was livid, clearly not expecting Chu Mo to utter such arrogant and aggressive words.
