"Some people are just despicable," Gu Wutong spat, clutching his broadsword and pointing directly at Ming Lu. "Our duel was set early on, life or death, no qualms. I don't care what tricks you're playing, but you'd better think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences."
Ming Lu remained silent.
Gu Wutong walked forward. "Stop the chatter, let's begin. I still need to accompany my brothers for a foot bath later."
Just as the fatty was about to say something, Ming Lu cut him off, "Let the brothers scatter; this is between him and me."
"Yes... Third Brother."
The fatty gave Gu Wutong a fierce glare and then walked towards Pei Jinye, casting a slanting glance.
Unfamiliar.
So he withdrew his gaze, returned to the crowd, and murmured something.
"If Gu Wutong is really killed, won't the matter blow up too big?"
"Don't worry, it's just to scare him."
"But what if there is an accidental discharge..."
