Li Xiaobao looked at the mercenary and shook his head helplessly, saying, "Actually, it's not that I want to run, it's just that your strength is too weak to keep up with me!"
"I've waited for you several times, and you could barely keep up. I really don't know why you still dare to act so arrogantly?"
After saying that, Li Xiaobao coldly glanced at the mercenary and said, "But it's fine now, since your few companions didn't catch up. I'll deal with you first, and then handle those other wastes!"
"Kid, you're seeking death!"
The burly man instantly became incredibly angry; he had never expected Li Xiaobao to look down on him so much.
Listening to Li Xiaobao's words, the burly man's face grew even angrier. He immediately drew a dagger and shouted at Li Xiaobao, "Kid, go to hell!"
"Whoosh!"
The whistling wind blew through the small grove, and the dagger in the burly man's hand instantly appeared in front of Li Xiaobao.
"Death? I think the one who should be dying is you, right?"
