Seeing the man with green hair suddenly kneel on the ground to beg for mercy, no one in the crowd ridiculed him.
Who wouldn't be scared in such a situation!
Facing a bloodthirsty powerhouse like Xu Hao, anyone would feel immense pressure.
Xu Hao glanced at him and chuckled lightly, "You're not qualified to be my dog. In my eyes, you're nothing more than an ant. But that's fine; I'll use you as an experiment to let everyone see the magic of our Xu Liu Group's product!"
The man with green hair was terrified inside, but he dared not make a sound. He could only pretend he wasn't scared at all, trembling like a seventy or eighty-year-old lady, as he extended his arm.
"Poof!"
Xu Hao instantly drew his sword, slashing a wound on the back of his hand.
Everyone could clearly see that Xu Hao didn't fake it in the slightest.
If this could be faked, then nothing in the world would be real.
