"It's nothing."
"But since you believe this person is a danger, let me handle him first,"
Zhang Xiaofan said.
With that, Zhang Xiaofan turned around, his eyes like those of a death god, revealing a terrifying murderous intent.
The bald man with the scar on his face felt a shiver in his heart and took two steps back involuntarily, but he still mustered the courage and said, "Bastard! Who the hell are you?"
The bald man with the scar had heard what was said just now.
"I don't care who you are; if you don't take me seriously, I'll make you die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bald man with the scar pounced towards Zhang Xiaofan like a fierce tiger.
At the same time, he pulled out a blade from his waist—a blade so sharp that it could slice through metal as if it were mud!
To cover up the inexplicable fear in his heart, the bald man with the scar started roaring loudly.
This was to bolster his own courage.
"Kid, dying at my hands is your good fortune!"
