"Butcher, I'll handle this myself, no need for you to act!"
After being picked up like a chick by Chen Fan, Mahoc surprisingly didn't resist, regaining his usual arrogance instead.
As Mahoc's words echoed in his ears, Chen Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, he pondered for a moment, and then he threw Mahoc out, seemingly not at all afraid that Mahoc might try to escape.
Once free from Chen Fan's grip, Mahoc twisted his body and lightly landed on the ground without making a sound.
"Butcher, I must admit, you are truly strong."
Upon landing, Mahoc stared at Chen Fan with bloodshot eyes, a gaze so full of hatred that it seemed to wish to tear Chen Fan to pieces, his hoarse voice causing chills.
"Huh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mahoc didn't wait for Chen Fan to reply, his left hand formed a palm shape and suddenly swung towards his chest.
"Slap!"