Yu Shunzhou and Nie Erlong were both somewhat dumbfounded.
The two men exchanged a glance, but neither of them moved. Zhao Qiang spoke softly, "What's the matter, don't have the guts?"
Yu Shunzhou took a deep breath, slung his gun over his shoulder, and Nie Erlong whispered, "You mean, actually kill?"
Zhao Qiang said indifferently, "I don't need you to be very strong, but at the very least, you have to be ruthless, otherwise, what can I expect from you?"
Yu Shunzhou slung his gun behind him, rubbed his waist and drew his knife, then he said to Nie Erlong with murderous intent, "What the fuck are you afraid of?"
Nie Erlong exhaled, he silently slung his gun over his extended hand, and drew his knife from his waist.
Yu Shunzhou strode towards the captives.
Six people were bound with their hands tied behind their backs, blindfolded, mouths gagged, all sitting on the ground.
