"What are you doing!" The Pauper saw his token being taken away and he reached out to grab it. However, the man with the gray mask left his seat and sat on the other side in the blink of an eye.
Li Tian sobered up immediately. He placed the bottle of wine on the table and looked at the man in the gray mask.
There were people sitting on all three sides of the wooden table. The beggar was staring at the man with the gray mask, while Li Tian was expressionless.
"What right do you have to take my token?" The Pauper paused for a moment, then asked directly.
"Yours?" The masked man's voice was slightly magnetic. He glanced at the beggar from the corner of his eyes and sneered,""What right do you have to say that this is yours?"
"It's in my hands, of course it's mine," the beggar said weakly. Li Tian wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like the beggar was panicking.
