"How dare you interfere in the fight between me and Gu Yanqi? Do you have no integrity at all?" Mark hissed, his voice thick with contempt.
As an outlaw himself, Mark was certain that Fu Zhi would not have the guts to kill him, so he added, "When you enter the house, my men will go in as well. I will pull your bones out and use them as an easel and I'll tear up your skin to make paintings…"
Fu Zhi ignored him and looked around. She could see the house from a distance now, and the mercenaries from Phantom Lord had retreated 100 meters away.
"But before that happens…" She turned back to Mark, slapped him in the face, and said, "I suggest you behave yourself and not do anything stupid. Do you know what the phrase 'a wise man knows when to quit' means? I doubt you've heard it before, but right now, I'm the boss. I'm the one calling the shots, not you. So shut your d*mn mouth and keep moving."
