Beiting Huang, no matter how strong, was still alone; he could handle himself in single combat, but if he faced off against an entire faction, he only had a death wish.
The warning in the bald man's words was not lost on Beiting Huang.
At this moment, the fingertips of the person lying on the ground had already started to twitch, and Beiting Huang knew he should be waking up soon. He ignored the bald men and sat down cross-legged on a nearby rock.
"Your excellency means..."
The four bald men were practically dying to act but didn't dare to approach, opting instead to try verbal probing. If Beiting Huang really wanted to oppose them, they would naturally not let him do as he pleased. For them, this was the best opportunity to kill Zhuu Shu.
This was their only chance, miss it and it would never come again.
