Among these martial artists, the leader was a middle-aged man. When he saw Xiaobao looking at him, he immediately lowered his head, as if he didn't want Xiaobao to see him.
But Xiaobao's gaze swept over these martial artists. Wherever his gaze landed, the expressions varied—some were confused, some nervous, and others fearful.
Then, Xiaobao looked at the fierce-looking Liu Batian, who happened to be looking at Xiaobao as well.
Because no one spoke, they could even hear each other's breathing, making the atmosphere extremely oppressive.
Suddenly, Xiaobao spoke, "Are you Liu Batian?"
His words instantly shattered the silence, but the atmosphere became even more tense.
"That's right, I'm Liu Batian. Who the hell are you?" Liu Batian's face was ashen.
Xiaobao was slightly taken aback, then laughed, speaking in a very calm voice, "You don't even recognize me, Xiaobao, and yet you dare to offend my woman!"
