"Friend, you don't look like a rich man, do you?" The speaker was a Beastman with a pig-headed appearance that would disgust any man, with ears pierced dozens of times.
"What's it to you?" Your tone suddenly turned cold, ready for action. Having spent some time in the game world, you found yourself increasingly unwilling to waste words, especially on useless people.
"We want to borrow your card, how about it?" You sneered, rummaging around in your pocket, then brandished a clenched fist in front of the pig-head, "Haha, now you recognize worthiness."
"Bang!" Your fist suddenly struck fiercely, landing heavily on the pig-head's nose. It let out a miserable scream, flying towards the table occupied by those eight people.
"Hmph."
You snorted, moved swiftly like the wind around to the front of the pig-head, and delivered a spin kick that sent it crashing toward the wall.
"Sorry."
You said casually to the eight people, then turned to leave.
