"You now have two paths!"
"One is you kill him, drag the body away, bury it, and leave Mingzhu. The other is I kill you!"
Ye Feng's eyes were fixed on the sole remaining man before him, his gaze cold and merciless, as if looking down at a weak and insignificant ant.
Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, the man jumped in fright, and as he turned to look at Huang Silang, lying on the ground with blood from all four limbs, his scalp tingled even more.
"I... I can't..."
The man's lips quivered uncontrollably, and his words trembled without cease.
At this, the corners of Ye Feng's mouth turned up in a cold smile; suddenly, he stepped forward and seized the man's hand that held the dagger:
"Don't worry, killing isn't that hard!"
Ye Feng, in that moment, was like a big brother teaching a little child, exceedingly gentle, slowly pulling the man toward Huang Silang.
"You just have to stick your dagger into his flesh, just like killing a pig, it's very simple!"
