Hao Maoyan and Yin Feilong exchanged a glance, aware that even if Ye Chenfeng really let them go tonight, what about later? The Victory Sky Society would absolutely move against the Blood Dyed Association and the Wanren Association—wouldn't they still end up dead at Ye Chenfeng's hands eventually?
There's an old saying, "Keep the green mountains alive, and you won't worry about firewood."
The formerly astute leaders of their associations, Hao Maoyan and Yin Feilong, had been subjected to stress time and again today, losing the careful considerations they once held. Now, they were fixated on one certain outcome—since they were going to die anyway, they might as well die with a bang. That was the thought in their minds at the moment.
Each of them had a syringe filled with blue liquid in their hands, and after Hao Maoyan sighed faintly, a resolute expression filled his eyes. Without hesitation, he took out the syringe and injected the blue liquid into his body.
