"I've told you what I had to, now give me the stuff!"
At this moment, Mo Yang charged towards Zhu Bufan like a mad dog let loose.
"Die, scum!"
Zhu Bufan said coldly, throwing a fierce punch straight at him.
To Zhu Bufan, scum like this wasn't worth a thing – one less of them meant a bit more peace for society.
Glancing at Mo Yang sprawled on the ground, Zhu Bufan flung the bag of white powder in his hand into the air with a punch, scattering it all into the pond nearby.
Such harmful substances are nothing but a blight!
Having done this, Zhu Bufan didn't linger any longer and immediately started the white sports car on the runway.
Boom!
The car, like a fierce beast, let out a roaring scream, accelerating to extreme speeds, covering hundreds of meters in an instant.
"Up-and-coming master! Up-and-coming master!"
At this moment, when a staff member saw Zhu Bufan speeding off in the car, he exclaimed excitedly.
