The words were not even finished being spoken before the person was kicked flying with one blow.
The man who was speaking got kicked to the side and yelped, lazily saying, "Ouch, damn it, who ambushed me?"
The people surrounding were startled by this situation and looked up to see a burly man glaring at them.
They were used to being beggars, accustomed to being beaten and scolded outside, and seen plenty of people giving them cold looks. This kind of person's gaze made them cower instantly, knowing they must have done something to provoke him.
What could it be?
They hadn't done anything big while begging all day, except for the harmful plan they had just discussed, there's probably nothing else.
So they immediately began to plead for mercy.
"Master Warrior, spare our lives, it was all thought up by that guy alone, it has nothing to do with us."
