When he grabbed the homeless man's head and smashed it towards the table, the bald head actually held his strength.

Otherwise, if he tried his best, the homeless man's head would have been like a watermelon that had been smashed to the ground - broken into countless pieces.

However—although the bald man kept his strength, he didn't show much mercy.

When the homeless man was lifted from the table, large swells of blood flowed out from the two nostrils of the homeless man.

It seems that the bridge of the homeless man's nose was broken by the previous hit.

"Speak quickly." The bald man said again in a cold tone, "If you don't tell me the information quickly, I will make your already funny face more funny."

"Then you just smash it!" The homeless man was unexpectedly not scared by the bald man. "If you have the guts, you will kill me! Then you won't get any information!"

"Hoho~~" Bald man stretched his tone and made a strange tone, "I didn't expect that you are quite a bit talented, yes, I admire you."

After saying that, the bald man pressed the head of the homeless man onto the table again.

Press the homeless man with his left hand, and then use his right hand to pull out the dagger hanging from his back waist.

The bald man pressed the bright dagger to the tramp's cheek.

"I like to test the perseverance of a person like you the most."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bald man waved the dagger in his hand and drew a deep and shallow hole at the index finger of the homeless man's right hand.

Although this hole is very shallow and will not die, it will hurt very much.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The screams of the homeless man filled every corner of the tavern.

Because the screams of the homeless man sounded so terrifying that other guests in the tavern who were watching the fun couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"If you don't tell all the information you know, I will leave a hole in you every 2 seconds."

After saying that, the bald man waved the dagger in his hand again and cut a new hole into the homeless man's right hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Hmph." The bald man snorted coldly with his nose, and inserted the dagger back into the scabbard tied to the back of his waist. "I just got two blows and I was hit... It seems that you are not that good at it. Tell me, tell me all the information you know."

"Yesterday, last night, a little girl with silver hair, purple pupils and good temperament came here."

"Oh?" The bald man raised his eyebrows, then turned his head and looked at the bearded man who looked very ugly now.

After looking at the bearded man with a meaningful gaze, the bald man withdrew his gaze.

"Continue, where is that little girl now?"

"I followed a caravan early this morning!"

Speaking of this, the homeless man paused and then added:

When she came to this tavern last night, she followed a caravan, and when she left this morning, she also followed that caravan!”

"Cargoyle? How big is that caravan? How many people are there? How many carriages are there?"

"There are 2 carriages! There are more than 20 people!"

"Are there any guards?"

"Yes! There are a few people holding weapons!"

"Do they have a business flag? What does their business flag look like?"

The homeless man dipped the blood on his face and then drew the business flag of the caravan on the desktop according to his own impression.

"I don't know the pattern..." The bald man murmured and then asked the homeless man, "Which direction did they go?"

"Then, there..."

The homeless man held his trembling fingers and pointed to the west.

"They walked along the avenue leading to the west..."

"...Why do you know so much?" After a while of silence, the bald man asked in a bad tone, "In theory, it is unlikely that a person will remember the information of passersby he met so well. And you even know how many people there are in that caravan and what the merchant flag looks like... It feels a bit abnormal."

The homeless man who keenly heard the bad expression in the bald tone began to secrete a lot of cold sweat from his face.

Then he hurriedly explained:

"Because, because the little girl with silver hair is very beautiful, I have been paying attention to the little girl and the people who are very close to the little girl since last night. So I know that the little girl has been following a caravan, and also knows how many people there are in this caravan, how many guards there are, and what the merchant flag looks like!"

“…So that’s how it is.”

Nodding expressionlessly, the bald head let go of his left hand that had been pressing the homeless man on the table since the beginning.

"Boss, we finally have a harvest."

A soldier following the bald man continued to speak to the bald man in a playful tone.

"It's a pity--the little girl with silver hair had already left a few hours ago, we were one step slower."

"A step slower?" The bald man pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a sneer, "Are you wrong? Is it 'a step away'."

After saying that, the bald head gently stretched out the ape's arms, grabbed the homeless man like a chicken, and then walked out of the tavern with big strides.

"What are you doing?!" said the homeless man who was carried out by the bald head and walked out in horror. "I have told you everything I know!"

"I know." said the bald man in a cold tone, "but I still need you to accompany me."

"Do you know who I hate the most?"

"I participated in the Aurora offensive two years ago. When I led a cavalry squad to perform reconnaissance missions, I accidentally got lost."

"I found an old man to ask for directions, but he pointed me the wrong way, causing me to walk into a swamp."

"I was so angry that I returned the same way and wanted to settle the score with the old man, but the old man had long disappeared."

"Since then, I hate the people who are indiscriminately guided the way the most."

"You can accompany us."

"If the way you are pointing is right, I will let you go."

"If the way you are pointing is wrong, I'll screw your head off and use your skull as a bowel movement."

"No, no!" said the homeless man in horror. "I didn't lie! The way I pointed out is true!"

The bald man ignored the wailing whine.

As he was about to open the door of the tavern and leave the salmon tavern, his bald footsteps suddenly paused.

Then he turned his head and said to the bearded man who was still looking quite ugly:

"Sorry, boss, I disturbed you just now. I wish you a more prosperous business."

After leaving this sentence, the bald man pushed open the door of the pub and left the pub.

The bald man did not bring all his subordinates into the tavern.

Most of the subordinates stayed outside the tavern, waiting for the bald man to come back.

After coming out of the tavern, the bald man directly ordered his subordinates:
Chapter completed!