Fists slightly clenched, eyes slightly icy, Leng Meng's aura suddenly turned extremely aggressive.
As though it was carrying a kind of powerful oppression.
That kind of oppression, if it were a normal man, would have been unbearable already.
But Chu Mo, from the beginning to the end, maintained a very calm and indifferent demeanor.
As if, he completely disregarded the pressure emanating from Leng Meng.
"This kid actually has some guts!" Leng Meng briefly looked at Chu Mo with a slightly different expression in her eyes, developing a different opinion than before.
However, it was only a fleeting moment.
Then, the power in Leng Meng's fists swiftly converged, and with a cold stare, she glanced at Chu Mo, yet she didn't use her full strength immediately.
She was afraid! Afraid of what? She feared she might punch Chu Mo to death!
Keep in mind, there weren't many men in the military who could withstand a punch from her, let alone this fellow who seemed to be only in his twenties.
