Berserk Tiger clearly held back. He didn't dare unleash any magecraft aura, afraid that the soldiers above might detect it. If they ever discovered the location of this black market, his life would be over.
"Watch out!" Flaxseed cried, his face instantly turning pale.
But Jared had already anticipated it. A cold smirk curled at the corner of his lips.
Just as the dagger was about to brush his clothes, he grabbed Berserk Tiger's wrist and gave it a slight squeeze.
"Argh!" Berserk Tiger let out a terrifying scream. The bones in his wrist were crushed to powder, and his hand dangled limp and useless.
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