Qi Yun playfully pushed the muscular man aside, adjusted his collar, then said with a smile, "No need to get so agitated; you wouldn't want this secret to be known by everyone, would you?"
The muscular man, pushed away by Qi Yun, staggered a bit, his face a mix of anger and fear.
He glared viciously at Qi Yun, clenching his fists, his teeth gritting audibly.
Qi Yun showed no fear, calmly meeting his gaze.
After a moment, the muscular man's expression changed, and he instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.
"What... what do you want?" he asked, trembling, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
He could imagine the discrimination and ridicule he would face if this matter were exposed, leaving him no face to meet anyone again.
Qi Yun looked at his pitiful appearance, feeling a bit disgusted but not holding a deep grudge, and said indifferently, "As long as you all stay quiet in the future, I can pretend this never happened."
