Seven hundred and sixtieth eight chapters must not be proud
This is the Mu Fan they know.
No matter when, there is always a heart that never compromises in the face of vulgar reality!
Mu Fan rejected the other party's proposal without hesitation, which greatly exceeded the expectations of the half-blood Jin.
As for the Balanlant man with a spittoon face, his two tentacled eyes were bloodshot at the same time. He, Qiu White, was an important steward of the Balanlant Chamber of Commerce here.
Why did the other party reject the choice in such a strong manner when he was supposed to accept it at this moment!
Mr. Xiu Ming from Crescent Auction House glanced at Mu Fan, and Mu Fan's answer actually made him feel amazing.
In his many years of career, this has been almost impossible.
"This kind of opportunity is not so easy to get... It's best to think carefully." The half-blood Jin said there was no threat in his words, but just stating a fact.
Sometimes, emphasizing the tone is counterproductive.
Jin, who had been floating in the business world for nearly ten years, knew that he had met the legendary "Stupid Youth".
"Don't think about it."
Mu Fan's retracted palm slowly clenched into a fist, a creaking sound sounded, and his eyes were indifferent.
However, Qiu White, a Balanlan native, felt that he had been greatly insulted.
He looked at Mu Fan excitedly, his eyes glowing purple more and more intensely, and then he began to retreat step by step.
"What just happened was just a misunderstanding. If you forget about it, you will still win the friendship of the Balanlant people."
This is already Mr. Qiu White's biggest concession!
It is impossible for a noble Balanlan man to apologize to a pig.
This group of ordinary humans who are stuck in their ways have no idea how vast the area beyond the extraterrestrial galaxy is. How can they ask the noble Lord Qiu White to apologize?
Is his friendship more important than this apology?
"The last three seconds...apology."
At this moment, Mu Fan's body was like a bow, a big spine stretched to its maximum like a bowstring, and the fist hanging by his ear was the wolf-fang arrow that was ready to go!
Mu Fan's patience had been exhausted and he issued an ultimatum.
Qiu White's face turned red with anger.
"impossible!"
The two palms were folded together, and the color of the telekinetic barrier in front of him was now extremely rich. It would be too shameful for him to apologize in front of everyone!
Mu Fan looked at the opposite side with calm eyes, and then... blinked slightly.
The right fist was pulled back sharply again.
The body was like a taut string, making a heart-wrenching sound at this moment.
He took a half-step forward, held his elbows with his shoulders, and punched out like a heavy hammer.
As soon as Qiu Huaihai finished speaking, Mu Fan directly hit the thick telekinetic barrier.
Big lunge cannon punch!
boom.
The air was like a bubble that burst after being compressed to the extreme. A circle of air waves exploded at the junction between the fist and the barrier, making Mu Fan's clothes rustle.
Yin Shuai's proud white hair was also pushed back by the airflow, but it did not blow away his eyes.
Qiu White's two overlapping antennae eyes suddenly froze.
Mu Fan's fist with exposed veins was clearly in front of his eyes at this moment, hanging in the air.
But Qiu White's eyes did not fall on the fist, but felt a little... at a loss.
Click, click...
A slight cracking sound was heard, and then cracks began to appear.
Lines of blood began to appear on Qiu White's eyes, which were frighteningly red.
Cracks spread from the center of Mu Fan's fist, gradually covering the entire... light purple telekinetic barrier made of hexagons.
The next second, it shattered!
The non-materialized energy layer exploded into a circle of purple mist, passing in front of everyone around it.
Mu Fan's fist turned into an iron claw and went straight through, grabbing the opponent's two overlapping tentacles and eyes.
The two longan-like eyes were now squeezed like ping-pong balls, protruding directly.
This sudden change made Mr. Xiu Ming raise his eyebrows and look down at his palm.
The message transmitted by the mechanical guard next to him was... the boundary-breaking punch just now, instantaneous level 24 power!
"I'm asking you for the last time...say it again."
Mu Fan's voice was still calm and indifferent, but it made those who heard it feel chilled for no reason.
The half-blood Jin looked at Mu Fan with a pair of unwavering eyes, and closed his mouth and stopped talking. He was not from Balanlan.
Mu Fan directly lifted the opponent's eyes into the air.
Qiu White struggled desperately, and his eyes began to turn white.
"Ho ho", his throat was like a bellows, wheezing non-stop, and he was struggling like a drowning person.
The thin arm was raised desperately, and then dropped slumped.
"I'm sorry...I was wrong! Please...forgive...me."
With his eyes nearly fainted, Qiu Huai finally struggled to say these words.
Mu Fan tilted his neck and stared at the other person's spittoon-like face, blinked, and released his right hand.
With a bang, the spittoon face fell directly to the ground. His eyes were so painful that they couldn't help but shed tears, and they retracted directly into the spittoon-like head.
"Stand up, face over there, bow, and apologize."
Mu Fan said in an indifferent tone, pointing in the direction of the fat man.
"My friend, enough is enough."
"Then how about I scold you and then persuade you?"
Mu Fan asked calmly.
Jin looked stunned and stopped talking.
Qiu Huaihai wanted to pretend, but suddenly there was silence in his ears, and his hidden eye stretched out again... and then he saw Mu Fan's emotionless eyes.
With a start, the Balanlan man immediately jumped up from the ground and bowed deeply to the grinning fat man sitting on the horizontal chair.
"I'm sorry, sir! Please accept my sincerest apology!"
The loud voice made Jin look back in surprise.
It was psychologically humiliating, but Mr. Qiu White weighed it in his mind and decided that it would be more cost-effective for him to receive less beatings.
Balanlan people do not do loss-making business!
"Watch your mouth from now on."
Mu Fan said lightly, then without looking at Jin and Xiu Ming, he turned and walked back.
"Let's go."
When passing Baimao, Mu Fan said without stopping.
An evil smile appeared at the corner of Bai Mao's mouth, and he chuckled without saying a word.
All the feelings were recorded in his mind, and he didn't miss anything.
Then Mu Fan walked directly to the fat man and put Harry's arm on his shoulders.
"Leaving?"
The fat man asked stammeringly.
"Um."
"Where to go?"
"I booked the hotel."
Mu Fan didn't sound too disappointed, but instead encouraged the fat man.
These partners of his are his most valuable asset.
"What about the quota?" The fat man was a little anxious.
"If you think of a way, it'll be fine." Mu Fan smiled, as if he didn't care.
In the eyes of Xiu Ming, Jin, Qiu White, and two or three nearby passers-by watching, the three figures were getting further and further away.
People cannot be arrogant, but they cannot be without pride.
The old-fashioned Mr. Xiu Ming re-evaluated his evaluation of Mu Fan in his heart.
In the intrigues and intrigues of the business alliance, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a pure young man.
Jin's eyes narrowed. After pulling his companion up from the ground, his eyes remained behind Mu Fan until they got on a luxurious hover car.
I'm really looking forward to seeing if you can come tomorrow.
…
If you want to ask where is the most luxurious hotel in Crescent City?
Then ten out of ten people will tell you that the best one is at the foot of Yuekong Mountain, and there is only one.