Nearly forty global strongmen one after the other began to mock and jeer.
The strategist, gripping a barely conscious Qing Tian with his weapon pointed at his temple, barked again, "I'll count to three, and if you don't show yourself, I'm going to kill him right away."
"Three."
As soon as the word was spoken, everyone's gaze was fixed intently on the crowd of several hundred people below.
"Two."
Their eyes continuously searched.
But the crowd below did not show any sign of disturbance.
Lin Bei stood quietly among them, his wrist flicking, and a silver needle silently appeared between his fingers.
"Tss."
A barely audible sound, and a man right next to Lin Bei felt a sudden pain and involuntarily let out a cry of agony.
At that sound, everyone moved away in a hurry.
Those with quick reflexes even opened fire immediately.
In the blink of an eye, the man who made the sound was riddled with bullets and collapsed into a pool of blood.
