"Are you joking?" Luo Yuanhao pointed to the crowd behind him and said, "Us people here, who can you kill now?"
"You are no longer the Zheng Ming of the past, but you're a man, so I can give you a chance. Kill yourself here! I hope you can achieve a death that matches your identity."
With a smile towards the burly Luo Yuanhao, Zheng Ming said, "Originally, I was prepared to kill all of you, but what you just said has made me think that you are quite a character."
"Fine, today, I will spare your life!"
The words of Zheng Ming stunned Luo Yuanhao where he stood. If he hadn't heard it clearly just now, he would have thought there was something wrong with his ears. Zheng Ming said he would spare his life—that must be a joke.
He was no longer the former Zheng Ming.
Atop a small hill, Li Xiaoduo stood under the night sky, watching Zheng Ming below, her eyes filled with trust.
