In that instant, Chu Mo's eyes, like the stars of the universe, swept towards Wei Zhe.
Suddenly.
Wei Zhe felt as if he were enveloped in a cold light all around him.
Yes, it was very real!
Strange, this kid is so young, why does he possess an aura like that of a supremely powerful fighter?
Impossible, this must all be an illusion.
Wei Zhe quickly dismissed his chaotic thoughts.
And then, his sinister eyes grew more venomous: "If you don't kneel down, I will indeed kill you, kid. Do you know why I would do that to you?"
"Oh, then tell me your reason!" Chu Mo nodded, blinking lightly, appearing nonchalant.
"Do you know who the young man you injured is?" Wei Zhe pointed behind him to the tattooed youth being propped up by his subordinates, his whole body nearly fractured, and continued, "He's my cousin. Although only a cousin, relatives of Wei Zhe are not to be bullied by just anyone. Therefore, I want you to kneel and apologize publicly, or else, you die!"
