"Despicable!"
The big man with a twisted beard was indifferent.
He walked forward confidently, pinched Shen Xiu's chin, and said, "You're quite pretty too. How about this, spend a night with me, and I can let you all live."
Shen Xiu brushed away the dirty hand of the big man with a twisted beard, her face resolute, remaining silent.
"Hmm?"
The big man with a twisted beard looked angry and slapped her.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed by, and the big man looked down to see Tian Xiaohu coming from the side, holding his wrist.
"So, are you determined to fight us to the death?" Tian Xiaohu asked solemnly, word by word.
"Hmph, what if I am? Kill them!" the big man with a twisted beard ordered his subordinates.
The four words were like icy blades, causing the already tense and oppressive atmosphere in the hall to shatter and fully erupt.
