A cold gleam flashed, and Cristiano Grey instinctively retreated.
He was of the Undead Tribe, common wounds could almost heal instantly for him.
But now, the spot on his fist cut open by the blade was turning blacker!
Even the bone appeared somewhat blackened.
Cristiano Grey was shocked in his heart!
This was a change!
A major change!
He had never encountered such a situation!
And from the words of the man in front of him, it seemed he already knew Cristiano was from the Undead Tribe.
Clearly came prepared.
"Mr. Devlin, you go first!" Cristiano squinted his eyes, grabbed a cup, and flung it forward fiercely!
The wine splashed out!
Whitaker Dog instinctively blocked it with his hand.
Taking this chance, Cristiano flew forward, kicked directly at Whitaker Dog's chest!
Whoosh!
Whitaker Dog's heavy body flew backward, crashing to the ground.
And Devlin got up and ran!
This tavern had more than ten exits, and there were especially many people drinking now.
