One committed suicide, and only one man with an ashen face remained. With a flash of inspiration, he kicked the corpse toward Ye Feng and, without looking back, fled into the depths of the small grove. He knew he could never win in a fight, and he didn't have the courage to kill himself either.
His only option was to flee!
As for whether he could escape or not, he'd worry about that after he had gotten away.
"Go ahead, try to escape."
Ye Feng's lips curled with a cruel smile. He didn't give chase, but simply watched the corpse on the ground quietly, then suddenly reached down and tore off their masks.
A bunch of cowardly fools!
There's a saying that one might evade the first day, but what about the fifteenth?
