"Test?"
The man with the glasses laughed. "You're Lin Mu, right? You want to test yourself against one of my men?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to take a single punch. If that happens, it won't be just one person losing face."
As the man spoke, his gaze swept over Guan Feifei, his smile brimming with sarcasm.
Guan Feifei had an apologetic look on his face, unsure of how to explain.
The man was from the Security Bureau. Given his high status, even people from high society spoke to him politely, which had naturally fostered an attitude of superiority.
"Oh?"
Lin Mu raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid I'd kill you with one punch, and then you'd have nowhere to go cry about it."
Since the other party had been so rude, Lin Mu didn't hold back either.
"Hmph, sharp-tongued!"
