During the conversation.
Suddenly, the wind picked up.
It seemed as if in a blink of an eye, like a sudden gust of wind, Chu Mo had already reached Hua Chengluo's side.
And Hua Chengluo was completely off the ground.
Turning back, Chu Mo's hand was already clutching Hua Chengluo's neck.
Instantly, Hua Chengluo's face turned red, glaring at Chu Mo with eyes nearly incapable of speech.
"Chu Mo, you are dead for sure, let go of Young Master Hua now!"
At that moment, Xue An was roaring angrily at Chu Mo.
One must realize that with Hua Chengluo being beaten up by Chu Mo like this, and Xue An and the others present, this matter was undeniably related to them.
"Kid, you... will not die a good death!!" Hua Chengluo glared at Chu Mo, speaking with a heavily suppressed voice.
Chu Mo's gaze narrowed, his voice cold: "I will not die a good death? Do you really think that you pose any threat in my eyes?"
At this moment, everyone present was already scared silly.
