"Who am I? Hehe."
The young man dressed in hemp fighting attire walked down from the second floor, step by step.
"Mu Fan, no sign of a sixth person was found in the previous surveillance," Black reminded in his ear.
Mu Fan lightly tapped his teeth to indicate he understood.
"A third-year student of the Fighting Department at Dingchuan Academy, Artwood," the man said as he walked down, loosening his neck, the sound of bones moving coming from within his body.
Feng Xin, already terrified by Mu Fan, started screaming miserably, "Boss, save me; this guy's a madman~~"
Mu Fan recalled the name Feng Xin had just shouted.
He narrowed his eyes, "One of the Fighting Department's Five Heavenly Kings—Thunderstorm?"
"They like to call me that."
Artwood had reached halfway down the stairs, pointed to a trembling woman in the corner, and continued, "She's my woman, and your friend laid hands on her."
"And then you hurt my people."
