章 388: Moving

Mu Yuze stared at him, bewildered. He was going to say a 'mobster', but He Juan had beaten him to it and rendered him unable to finish his sentence.

A thug? Why did he have to refer to himself as someone so… crude and uneducated when he's clearly the exact opposite of that? Indeed, He Juan had once claimed that he was a highschool dropout, but Mu Yuze found it hard to believe, especially with the graceful yet imposing way the man carried himself that made him look like an elite of society instead.

At an utter loss of words, Mu Yuze could only nod because that was exactly the question he wanted to ask.