Jack stared at this scene blankly, with surprise in his eyes. He turned to look at Rakshasa and was about to ask, but the woman's eyes were calm, as if she had expected it, and there was no trace of surprise in her eyes.
"You have known for a long time that he has supernatural powers." This sentence is not a question, but an affirmation.
"Superpower?" Rakshasa shook his head and smiled lightly, expressing that he didn't know: "This shouldn't be considered a superpower."
After all, Mu Hanyue had told her about the world she was in, which was very fantastic.
What else can it be if it’s not a superpower?
Although Jack had doubts in his heart, he rationally did not ask any more questions. Instead, he turned his attention to the injured Li Feng.
At this moment, he finally understood why Rakshasa always said that he was not as good as Jun Moye, that he was not as strong as that man.
He didn't believe it before, but now he believes it!
He is a dignified person, how can you compare with him!
Mu Hanyue was in the man's arms, so she could clearly feel the coldness coming from him. He was really angry, so he used the elemental power regardless.
The woman pursed her lips, feeling a little annoyed.
How could she forget that Jun Moye always had his own way of doing things.
He won't change himself just because this is modern time, he won't do that.
What he cares about, what he cherishes, what he loves, there is always only one person in his eyes and heart, and that is her.
Jun Moye slowly put down the woman in his arms, and glanced at the man in white in front of him, with a cold gaze like a god looking down at an ant: "Do you think you have the ability to kill me? What ability do you have to kill Xiaoyue?"
Do you want to stay here?"
His voice penetrated Li Feng's body like an ice pick, giving him a fatal blow.
Li Feng raised his eyes and looked at the man in purple in front of him. Li Feng's eyes suddenly became deep and cold: "Just because I am Li Feng!"
"Boom..." As these words fell, an explosion sounded immediately outside the restaurant.
The outside of the restaurant was filled with people at some point. Everyone was wearing black clothes and exuding a sense of coldness. The guns in their hands were all pointed at the man in purple in the restaurant.
In mid-air, fighter jets had surrounded the place. It seemed that as soon as the man in purple came out, they would immediately launch a long-range attack on him.
The restaurant was surrounded by fierce people.
There is one thing he said that was right.
This is his territory. As long as he gives the order, there is nothing he can't do.
The man stared at the two people in front of him with cold eyes, glanced at the woman's face for a few times, and then slowly moved to the man in purple: "No matter how capable you are, you can't escape from here."
Such affirmative words and such confident tone were all nothing in front of Jun Moye.
Jun Moye glanced lazily at the people outside the restaurant, an evil smile slowly bloomed on his lips, and he laughed lowly as if a god had arrived and sighed: "I intend to save your life, but you don't
I don’t know why I came here to die, but also gave away the lives of so many people. Do you think I am going to kill? Or should I kill?”
His voice was calm and gentle, as if the people outside the restaurant were nothing to him.
And that's the fact.
As powerful as he is, if these people want to surround him here and kill him, it is all fantasy.
To kill or not to kill, to destroy or not to destroy, all depends on his mood.