1148. The Arrogant and Domineering Lord Buddha Yu
An Luobai was frightened by the sudden murderous aura. Coupled with the sheer force of the hand clenching his neck, he found himself unable to move.
He could only be forced to retreat.
In the end, his back slammed heavily against the school's outer wall, his duckbill hat fell off, and his mask was askew.
Only then did An Luobai see clearly what the man in front of him looked like.
Standing nearly 1.9 meters tall, firm and muscular, in a black suit, exuding a terrifying low pressure.
Especially that almost unparalleled handsome face, now so sullen that it seemed it could drip water.
His gaze was as cold as if it could kill.
This man was definitely not a friendly sort.
An Luobai exerted all his strength to break free from his grip, but the man's iron-clasped arm felt like it was part of his body, impossible to shake.
An Luobai's face turned purple from suffocation.
