Chen Feng heard this sentence, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he had made some decision. Just as Lin Mu was about to withdraw his hand from Chen Feng's grip, Chen Feng smirked and tightened his grip, trying to give Lin Mu a taste of superiority!
As a Special Forces King undefeated on the North African Battlefield, Lin Mu could easily see through Chen Feng's little trick. He snorted coldly in his heart, thinking, "If you want to play like this with me, go home and practice for another ten or eight years first!"
Lin Mu decided to hold back initially, letting Chen Feng use his strength first. But no matter how hard Chen Feng tried, Lin Mu's expression remained unchanged, relaxed, without a hint of discomfort. Moreover, Chen Feng felt Lin Mu's hand was as hard as a rock—a true case of an egg hitting a rock!
Looking at Chen Feng, Lin Mu smiled slightly and applied a bit more force to his hand, watching as Chen Feng's facial muscles twitched violently.
