Yu Chen also looked at the other party in surprise, "Mr. Tero, you…"
"Going to court death?"
Motan suddenly asked lightly, he stared at Tero's calm and resolute eyes, repeating, "Are you courting death?"
Tero responded calmly, "Why do you say that?"
"Tony said that more than thirty mutants appeared in their village last night." Motan waggled a finger, then spread his hands, "It's at least been ten hours now. There will inevitably be casualties during this time, not to mention how many people died, the probability of the injured becoming mutants is quite high. How many do you think you can handle alone? Ten? Or fifteen?"
Tero replied indifferently, "Without the support of my comrades, I suppose fourteen or fifteen is about the limit. If I can't fight on horseback, it might even be less."
"So you've decided to court death?" Motan sighed, stared into Tero's eyes and asked, "When there's another choice?"
