Nan Moyan exuded a chill as he stood up and walked toward Murong Rui, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Murong Rui initially wanted to say something, but when her gaze met the murderous look in Nan Moyan's eyes, she fell silent, as if her voice was suddenly caught in her throat, unable to speak. Seeing the man approach her, she couldn't help but step back.
At this moment, Nan Moyan was like an Asura from hell, his eyes carrying a trace of murderous intent.
Murong Rui kept retreating, but a clever underling quickly blocked her path of retreat, glanced at their boss, and instinctively lowered their presence.
Nan Moyan stood in front of Murong Rui, looking at her now bloodless little face, a bloodthirsty smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his gaze fixed on her as he spoke, "Repeat what you just said."
Murong Rui, faced with the man before her, felt her legs go weak and stammered, "Wha...what words?"
