"The mission was discovered," one of the men who had escaped back lowered his head under Han Fan's gaze, "Sorry, we don't know what happened, before no one ever spotted our actions, but ever since joining..."
As he spoke, his gaze turned to the man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Underneath the mask was a face they had never seen before, such a mysterious man... it naturally made them somewhat averse, and when something went wrong, he was the first they thought of. But it was undeniable, he... was strong.
Suddenly, the man looked at him with a half-smile. He froze for a moment, only to feel a gust of wind, followed by a heavy slap on his cheek, burning with pain.
Shocked, he held his face and looked at Han Fan, who had never raised a hand, known for being the most gentle-tempered, "Fan Da!"
"Shut up!" Han Fan snapped coldly, "Do you know who he is? If it weren't for him, you would have been dead many times over by now!"
