At Zhang Tie's taunt, a flash of killing intent flickered through the man's eyes. He raised a hand to stop the two men beside him who were about to make a move, then narrowed his eyes at Zhang Tie with a sinister grin, as if he wanted to carve Zhang Tie's face firmly into his memory...
"Do you know who I am?" the man asked coldly.
Zhang Tie lifted his head and calmly sized the man up. He was in his fifties, powerfully built, with a face full of flesh and a slightly balding head. At a glance, he was clearly no decent sort. But whether he was decent or not meant nothing to Zhang Tie. After spending a year in the Selnes War Zone, he had beheaded so many Devil Race members and demonized puppets that he had lost count, and he had wiped out plenty of Three-Eyed Society scum as well. He had long since become immune to people like this.
Zhang Tie looked at the man as if he were looking at a pile of dog shit. "Those so-called underlings of yours are nothing but scum who stab people in the back in refugee camps and rob them of their money. So there's no need to ask—you're just lowlife trash too. What a lowlife like you is called means nothing to me!"
"Good, good. I hope you remember what you just said. Do you think you can stay in this tavern forever? You'd better never step out of this tavern." The man shot Zhang Tie a vicious glare, then looked around at the others in the tavern, especially the bartenders behind the counter who were still wiping glasses. Seemingly wary of something, he finally gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and left the tavern with his two