"Huang really is the epitome of hypocrisy."
Ma Bangde also glanced back at Huang, riding his horse up to Zhang Muzhi, pouting and sleazy, "But you, you are a true hero!"
Zhang Muzhi gave Ma Bangde a look and dismissed him as if he had farted, "When the real fight starts, run as far as you can."
Ma Bangde was stunned, "Run?"
"That's right, run."
Zhang Muzhi said, "Huang never intended for all of us to survive."
Ma Bangde still hadn't grasped the situation, "Aren't the Red Bandits on our side? And according to intelligence, can't each of them fight ten at a time? Is there really a need to fear these two hundred dead soldiers?"
"They are not afraid, but these dead soldiers, they need to worry since Huang's way of doing things is to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs."
Zhang Muzhi sneered, "In Goose City, he can only rely on underhanded tactics, guiding the city folk, seizing the moral high ground, seizing the discourse power."
