Chapter 740: White Means Longing, Red Means Love

"Whoa... that's some serious strength!" Right then, the thug's face twisted in shock. He never imagined that Tacito Temple, who looked so skinny, could have such a strong grip. No matter how hard the thug tried, his face turning red and veins bulging on his forehead, he just couldn't yank his hand free from Tacito's grasp. And that's not all! Crack! Crack! Crack! The thug could feel Tacito's grip getting tighter and tighter, a scary strength squeezing his hand. He screamed in pain, "Damn it!...