Several people were standing outside the villa.
Guan Jiaojiao had a furious expression. She was shouting something, her face flushed red with anger. Guan Chengye's expression was just as grim, his eyes holding a heavy look.
In the courtyard stood a young man with an arrogant demeanor. With his hands clasped behind his back and his chin tilted high, he exuded an air of haughtiness, looking down on everyone. Behind him were two companions—middle-aged men who looked like bodyguards, but not quite.
The young man said coldly, "If that Lin Mu doesn't show his face, I'll tear this place down!"
He scoffed. "With my status in the Martial Alliance, I refuse to believe he'd dare to do a thing!"
Just as Guan Jiaojiao was about to say something, a cold voice suddenly interjected.
"The Martial Alliance? Is it that impressive?"
Everyone turned to see Lin Mu standing on the steps, looking at them with an indifferent expression.
"Lin Mu!"
