In a moment of unpreparedness, Tang Zhi's aged body was suddenly lifted by Mu Fan, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.
Within the embrace of the exoskeleton armor, Mu Fan's palm lacked any warmth.
All he had was that infinitely cold metal, close to death!
Tang Zhi's brain immediately experienced hypoxia.
He swore that in his entire life, he had never been handled like this.
In such a humiliating posture...
Tang Zhi's body still had the foundation of youth left behind, but he was old nevertheless.
Compared to Mu Fan's inhuman strength, all his struggles were destined to be futile.
Mu Fan pinched the opponent's neck, looking at the eyes of Tang Zhi starting to turn white, leaned his head close, and softly said:
"I want nothing, I just purely... come to kill you."
"Your so-called power, family authority, to me, are no different from a sheet of paper."
"Ho... ho..."
