"Damn it!"
In a large foot massage room, Fang Yan slapped the coffee table with his palm.
This startled the two female technicians beside him.
"Young Master Fang, don't be angry. He's just an outsider. We'll finish him off in no time."
Leaning back on a leather sofa, Mo Fa remarked nonchalantly.
"Brother Mo, I know your strength, but this Xia Liu is not easy to deal with. He seems to have clairvoyant eyes."
Remembering past incidents, Fang Yan was filled with rage.
Still, in front of Mo Fa, he had to humble himself.
Although Mo Fa was a martial artist hired to hold the fort for the Fang Family,
he was not their slave. To enlist his help, one had to speak deferentially.
"Clairvoyant eyes are a bit too much. There's no such thing as clairvoyant eyes in the world. He just has the ability to sense stones. If I wanted, picking a few stones with goods wouldn't be hard at all."
Mo Fa chuckled lightly.
Unfortunately, he lacked the leisure for such things.
