Xiaobao looked at the middle-aged man, sensing a hidden intent to kill. His expression remained unchanged, still carrying a slight smile. Calmly, he said, "So, if I don't agree, you plan to make a move?"
The middle-aged man's tone turned icy, "Indeed, I wish to test the skills of a young hero."
"Haha, let's wait for Deng Meiling to come back before that." Xiaobao casually took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking.
"Even if she's your friend, if I want to kill you, she wouldn't dare to defy me in the slightest." The middle-aged man's tone was chilling.
"You're wrong. It's not that I'm waiting for her to plead for me, but rather to tell you something." Xiaobao smoked leisurely.
Before long, Deng Meiling returned, her face somewhat serious.
The middle-aged man saw this, his eyes turning cold, "Did someone escape?"
Deng Meiling shook her head, "All dead, every single one with a single strike."
