"Where do you want to go?"
The man who stopped Fu Qian was a burly bruiser with a wide back and a thick waist.
He appeared to be in his thirties or forties, nearly two meters tall, with muscles on his exposed arms twisted like cords, shining under the sun like a greased tank.
Ha ha!
In response to his discourteous question, Fu Qian simply smirked sardonically and said nothing.
"Your hand looks a bit special, mind if I ask a few questions?"
His reaction caused the burly man's gaze to sharpen instantly, and with a cold stare at Fu Qian, he waved his hand, signaling the others to surround them from behind.
"It's inconvenient."
Fu Qian ignored this, not even turning his head.
Boom!
Before he had finished speaking, a dull sound echoed.
Fu Qian turned his head to look, only to see the burly man had landed a punch on a nearby building, stirring up countless dust clouds.
"My patience has its limits, now... is it convenient?"
The burly man's gaze was sharp, his smile menacing.
