Nasha bit her lip, looking just like a child abandoned by her mother, scared yet still bravely nodding her head.
At that moment, Weisheng Yueren was confronting a foreign man with chiseled handsome features and an aura of deadly intent. The reason was simple: the foreign man wanted to board their ship, offering a lot of money, but who was he to be short of money, especially when he was in such a hurry? His long-suppressed emotions finally erupted.
His body was as fierce as a lion, his speed like a leopard, his gaze like a wolf, and his momentum like a rainbow. His pair of black eyes, cold and compelling, threw a punch toward the man opposite him, who was not to be outdone. With a shuffle of his feet and his hands shaping into palms, he met the attack head-on, looking to be in no better mood, as if both were ignited with gunpowder.
