His muscles swelled, and his arms twitched and trembled. The brawny man's face turned red, and the brute force that could leave a handprint on the solid iron ball had no effect at all. The other party's seemingly thin shoulders were like the armor plate of a main battle tank, indestructible and slightly tough.
When he realized that the young man was still looking at him expressionlessly, his cold eyes did not fluctuate at all. The burly man finally confirmed one thing.
Oh my God, this guy was an expert!
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back and dripped down from his forehead.
"Hehe, Sir, this is a misunderstanding."
Putting away his big hand that had nowhere to place, the brawny man tried his best to force out a smile that was uglier than crying, and stepped back bit by bit.
His companions were also very observant. They naturally looked away, as if they didn't know him at all, and quietly retreated.
"Did I let you go?"
