"Yes, big brother!"
Old Tiger's dozen or so subordinates immediately roared in fury, waving their machetes as they charged straight at Xiaobao, with the first one reaching Xiaobao in an instant.
"Kid, you're dead!"
The guy who got to Xiaobao first had a gleam of excitement in his eyes, swinging his machete towards Xiaobao.
However, the guy wasn't aiming for Xiaobao's head at all, but directly at Xiaobao's arm. It was obvious that Old Tiger gave the order to take Xiaobao's two arms when they were on their way over.
"Hmph!"
Xiaobao looked at the guy who instantly appeared in front of him, wielding a cold machete, and snorted coldly, reaching out to grab the guy's wrist holding the machete.
In an instant, Xiaobao tightly gripped the wrist of the guy holding the machete.
"You..."
The guy never expected that in the blink of an eye, his wrist would be directly controlled by Xiaobao.
