Mu Yuze froze and his eyes flew wide, jaws hanging open in disbelief, shock and incredulity. T–This… How could this be possible?!
One second, those seven thugs were still standing, talking and laughing with each other and the next second, they suddenly collapsed to the ground, leaving only the long-haired man standing!
Mu Yuze pressed his face flat to the window as though he could see better this way, and only when the glass turned foggy due to his rapid breathing did he ease back slightly. How…?! He had never looked away even for a second and thus, he could swear that the man had not made any move whatsoever! So how could those guys be defeated in a blink of an eye?!
He stared at the man's side profile with a complicated look. Under the dim glow from the streetlamp, the man looked especially frosty and indifferent. Or perhaps it was because he was not smiling – just as he always did in front of Mu Yuze.
