The waiter was so angry that he raised his other foot and kicked the beggar violently, cursing incessantly, but the frightening beggar still did not let go.
Crazy Blade couldn't stand it any longer, and when he was about to step forward to stop him, he was stopped by Mu Bai.
Crazy Blade said in surprise: "If you don't help, he will be beaten to death."
Mubai said in a deep voice: "Leave him alone."
Crazy Blade said: "Isn't he your friend?"
Mu Bai hummed, "I don't have a friend like him."
When Kuang Dao heard this, he immediately understood that there might have been some dispute between the beggar and Mu Bai, and said nothing more.
The beggar still held on to the waiter's ankle until he was beaten until he vomited blood.
"Damn, he is really a difficult guy."
The waiter gasped and cursed angrily. He felt helpless and immediately stopped kicking.
At this time, the messenger next to him took out a long sword from the tavern.
"Kang!" There was a sound, and the sword was still beside the beggar.
The waiter said in a cold tone: "Don't you want to drink? I'll cut off your right hand to pay off the debt, and I'll let you in today and drink enough."
"Hahaha -" the messenger on the side laughed and said: "Come on, this guy's hand is not worth much."
The waiter smiled and said: "As long as he cuts it, I will pay him for the wine."
The beggar's face, which was covered with dirt, had no discernable expression at this time, and suddenly became very silent.
"Why don't you dare?"
"Get out of here, your life is worse than death."
"Okay, I'll cut it." The beggar suddenly said in a shockingly firm tone.
Released the waiter's ankle, picked up the long sword beside him, gritted his teeth, swung the long sword and slashed towards his right arm.
"What a crazy guy!"
When the two waiters saw this, their expressions changed slightly, but no one tried to stop him.
"Enough!"
Crazy Blade couldn't stand it anymore, so he broke through Mu Bai's blockage and grabbed the blade of the sword in the beggar's hand with one hand. The skin in his hand was not damaged at all.
A gleam flashed through the beggar's eyes, and he was secretly frightened. He raised his head and looked at Crazy Sword with a surprised look on his face.
"You, who are you?" When the two envoys saw the sudden appearance of Crazy Knife, they were frightened by the domineering aura naturally revealed on his body.
"Hmph." Kuang Dao shook off the long sword in the beggar's hand, lifted him up from the ground with one hand, and walked directly in front of Mu Bai.
"I don't care about what's going on between you and him. If you have any questions, just ask them directly now." Crazy Blade said in a deep voice.