"Kid, you're courting death!" A mercenary shouted, charging directly at Xiaobao, while a cold glint flashed in his hand, a dagger already gripped within.
"Kid, go to hell!"
The mercenary shouted, his dagger swiftly reaching Xiaobao's face. At this moment, the mercenaries around and their captain showed no intention of intervening.
It was clear they wanted to gauge Xiaobao's strength through this mercenary, and they all believed that even if their mercenary comrade wasn't Xiaobao's match, he could at least save his own life.
After all, there were over a dozen of them surrounding Xiaobao; how could they not save their comrade?
But this time, they were truly wrong. They underestimated Xiaobao's strength. Xiaobao, seeing the dagger swiftly approaching, not only didn't retreat but instantly grabbed the mercenary's hand holding the dagger.
