Compensation of One Billion
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Although Lu Zhenkun had not been able to move when faced with that mighty pressure, his face had gone white, his limbs had stiffened, and his entire body had basically been frozen in the ice-cold air.
As for Lu Wei, who was seated on the chair with a broken leg, he directly flipped onto the floor and rolled as far away as possible. When that broken leg smashed onto the ground, he cried out in pain.
Because of that youth's anger, the entire main hall had become a scene of chaos.
Mo Wen placed both his hands behind his back and calmly stood in the middle of the main hall. Everything was under control, and he seemed to not have been affected at all.
"A whole body of evilness and sternness… It's as if you're afraid that people won't know that you train in your Heretic techniques. If you're not retarded, who else is?"
Mo Wen looked at that graceful and restrained youth and smiled serenely.
"What did you say?"