The guy was about 1.9 meters tall, built like a bear, with his chest exposed, adorned with the tattoo of a tiger's head – quite an imposing figure.
It appeared that he was Brother Hu.
Xiao Qiang watched as the group approached, looking for trouble, and instead of fear, he was bursting with glee.
Though he wasn't a good man, he needed to heal others to restore his own vital energy. But at the witching hour, it wasn't like he could just head to a hospital for a night shift of volunteering!
He was a cultivator, not a night thief.
Unexpectedly, there were people who were so eager to court death. Xiao Qiang was not only unafraid, he even began to whistle, utterly delighted.
'Xiao Qiang, you're screwed this time, Sixth Young Master Shen is going to make you taste what a thrashing feels like.'