Galaxy Federation's...
Universal interstellar language!?
Mu Fan squinted his eyes. This was an outcome neither he nor Black had anticipated.
So he clearly understood the other party's language.
Who am I?
Heh, is there really a need to explain?
The situation in front of him was obvious: it seemed to be two indigenous tribes locked in a deadly fight.
The law of the jungle: survival of the fittest.
From the loss of his adoptive parents to surviving on his own for more than ten years, he had climbed out from a heap of corpses.
Thus, Mu Fan did not intend to get involved in this matter.
Any reckless action without truly understanding the truth of the matter is inadvisable.
Of course, except for special circumstances.
Therefore, Mu Fan lifted his eyelids and cast a calm gaze over Hawthorn leading the Red Stone Guard. He could feel those tall and skinny warriors holding spears had locked eyes on him.
"Just passing by."
After saying that, Mu Fan turned to leave.
