The black leather jacket was originally meant to be form-fitting, but on this person, it clearly was intended to showcase the jacket rather than the person wearing it.
"Tan Ya, is this the boyfriend you can't stop thinking about? He's nothing special. I thought he'd have some incredible ability. Such a loser, and yet you can't forget him? You'd have a better future with me." The man in the leather jacket reached out to pinch Tan Ya's cheek.
"If you touch her, I'll make sure you have nowhere to be buried," Mo Fang said through clenched teeth.
Hearing Mo Fang's words, the man in the leather jacket said, "Oh, who do you think you are, James Bond? Today I'll touch her right in front of you. What can you do to me?"
"He can dislocate your arm," Chu Feng said as he walked in, his expression dark, while Tan Ya's mother hurriedly went to help her husband.