"You damn bastard, who the hell are you?"
The bald, burly man leading them had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a gold chain as thick as a finger around his neck, and a broad-bladed battle saber in his hand.
Before he could finish speaking, the younger brother beside him immediately turned pale with fright.
"Boss, look. he seems to be flying!?"
Flying?
A Mentalist?
A Great Grandmaster?
The bald man's heart suddenly pounded.
No matter which one it was, it seemed difficult to deal with.
"Ahem, brother, let's talk this out. We're all in this together. If you're short on equipment or money, just say the word."
Oh?
Qin Mu extended his palm, and the bald man's battle saber spontaneously swung horizontally, slashing across his throat.
Splat~~!!
Crimson blood spurted out under pressure.
