More importantly, the burly man's forehead also bore a crimson seal, which undeniably revealed his true identity.
The little beggar was inwardly anxious and burning with worry, yet outwardly maintained a smiling demeanor, dodging around while shouting at the burly man, "Hey, don't just stand there, make a move. Otherwise, all your men will be down."
The burly man turned a deaf ear to the little beggar's "taunt."
As long as he could force out the opponent's trump card, it was worth it even if his men were all killed or injured.
Seeing the opponent not taking the bait, the little beggar rolled his eyes in frustration, feeling his strength about to be depleted, he had no choice but to use his last move.
In the next second, the little beggar flicked his left hand, and a sharp small knife the length of a forefinger appeared between his fingers instantly.
Swish!
