Ma Lu, although he still hadn't figured out the situation of this plane, could tell that the two girls in front of him currently needed something from him.
The circumstances had been reversed, and this was no time to be concerned about gentlemanly manners; his ribs were still hurting. Since he had discovered his opponent's weakness, there was no reason not to take advantage of it.
The murderous intent in the Hellhound's eyes grew stronger, "Are you threatening me?"
"Yes, what about it?" Ma Lu admitted frankly.
"You're bold, but unfortunately too weak. I could kill you at any moment."
The Hellhound moved the red short blade forward another half inch, almost piercing Ma Lu's skin.
But Ma Lu's expression remained calm, and his gaze towards the purple-haired girl even contained a hint of provocation.
This was a contest of courage, but the suspense was over from the very first moment.
