Even now, Ma Kelun is actually still begging . This feeling is indescribably satisfying.
After all, Ma Kelun used to be a famous figure in the rcenary world, but now he’s kneeling before . That feeling of deciding life and death is sothing people who haven’t experienced it can’t even imagine.
"You wouldn’t be begging to let you go, would you? If that’s the case, you might as well not say anything, because I won’t let you off," ng Hu sneered.
At this stage, there’s no way he’s letting Ma Kelun and Xu Ke go.
"I’ve been in the rcenary world for years and have hardly any true friends. That’s my biggest failure," Ma Kelun said, turning to look at Xu Ke.
Xu Ke looked miserable; just now he had been kicked by Coelho, and now his face was a bloody ss.
"I’m begging you to let Xu Ke go," Ma Kelun said with a hint of sorrow on his face, sighing. "Xu Ke has been with for years; I hope he can leave the rcenary world and live a good life."
Xu Ke’s eyes, originally dull, suddenly lit up. He hadn’t expected Ma Kelun to plead for him at this mont.
At that mont, Xu Ke’s eyes turned red. He struggled to get up, looking at Ma Kelun with warmth in his eyes.
"Brother, I was wrong. I was wrong from the start," Xu Ke knelt there, bowing his head to Ma Kelun.
Many people around had red eyes. They had all followed Ma Kelun, and Ma Kelun’s current display moved them greatly.
Ma Kelun shook his head, sighed, and said, "You’re not wrong. I overlooked your feelings; I pushed you into the fire pit."
"Okay, enough with the drama," ng Hu suddenly shouted, interrupting them.
The current atmosphere made him uncomfortable, even though he had been in the rcenary world for years too, without a loyal subordinate.
"There’s no way I’ll let Xu Ke go, but I do have an idea," ng Hu sneered, then looked at Xu Ke, saying, "I can cripple him and disfigure him so he can never show his face again."
"Humph," Xu Ke snorted coldly, saying, "I won’t beg for your rcy. If you’re going to kill, just do it — no need for words."
Xu Ke had resolved to face death. Rather than being crippled by ng Hu, he preferred to die here directly.
"Good, you’ve got guts; today, I’ll grant your wish," ng Hu said as he took out his gun.
Both of them were dood anyway; dying sooner or later didn’t matter. Moreover, ng Hu was in a foul mood, so he might as well end it with a bullet.
"Wait," Coelho suddenly said at that mont, "Tiger, why don’t we let Xu Ke go? His subordinates have almost all been taken out by , so even if he lives, he won’t pose a threat."
"What are you saying?" Hearing her words made ng Hu even more irritable. He turned around, looking at Coelho with a fierce expression.
Coelho saw the look on ng Hu’s face and couldn’t help but take a step back. She mustered her courage, forcing a smile, and said, "After all, I’ve lived as brothers with them. Why not..."
At this mont, Coelho was moved by Ma Kelun’s words. Perhaps she was truly at fault; she should have communicated more with Ma Kelun.
Just then, ng Hu suddenly slapped Coelho hard across the face.
"Bitch, what are you talking about?" ng Hu glared and said.
Previously, ng Hu had always shown himself to be kind and friendly in front of everyone; today he revealed his wicked nature.
Coelho covered her face, looking at ng Hu in disbelief, her eyes brimming with tears.
She had slept with many n but had already decided to be good only to ng Hu in the future.
She had given true affection to ng Hu, but what she got in return was a heartless slap.
"You dare hit ?" Coelho shouted through clenched teeth.
"How does it matter if I hit you? You think you’re sothing special?" ng Hu said, delivering another slap.
Coelho tried to dodge, but ng Hu’s slap was fierce, landing hard on Coelho’s face.
"Bitch, you think I love you? I just wanted to screw you," ng Hu said, then mounted Coelho, grabbing her clothes and tearing them off forcefully.
Coelho, after all, was still a woman. Though she was involved with many, having her clothes torn off in front of everyone was unbearable.
She instinctively shielded her chest, but ng Hu showed no signs of stopping, tearing off all of Coelho’s clothes.
Coelho laid there naked, exposed completely to everyone around.
"I intended to play for a few more days, but you chose to seek your own death — can’t bla ," ng Hu roared fiercely.
Ma Kelun was not surprised; he seized the opportunity to look up at Coelho’s n and said, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and grab ng Hu."
But those people just stared at Coelho, their eyes almost falling out.
So even drooled; although they often followed Coelho, they’d never seen her like this.
Won in the rcenary world were few, and with such a beauty lying here, everyone wanted a piece.
Despite Ma Kelun’s shouting, they stood still, looking at Coelho with lust.
"You don’t need to shout anymore; they’re all mine now," ng Hu said with a victorious smile.
ng Hu had already won over all of Coelho’s subordinates.
Ma Kelun gritted his teeth, glaring viciously at those around him, but it was too late to change anything.
He shed his own jacket, crawled over to cover Coelho’s body.
Coelho’s face was tear-streaked. She turned to Ma Kelun and collapsed into his chest.
Just then, ng Hu stepped forward, kicked Ma Kelun in the chest, grabbed Coelho’s clothes, and flung them away.
"Who do you think you are? It’s not your place to speak," ng Hu said, lifting his head.
"ng Hu, you’ll die a horrible death," Coelho yelled viciously.
"Yes, I’ll die a horrible death. You kill ," ng Hu laughed crazily, grabbing Coelho’s hair and lifting her up.
Coelho’s perfect body was all exposed to the air, her chest bouncing wildly, drawing the gaze of those around.
ng Hu laughed madly while holding her, then turned to the people around and asked, "Do you want a piece?"
"Yes," the people behind shouted.
These were Coelho’s forr subordinates; being able to personally take down their forr captain was a perfect experience both physically and ntally.
"Today, she’s yours. Enjoy it well; consider it my first gift to you," ng Hu said, squeezing Coelho’s butt, then pushing her forward forcefully.
The n behind her rushed forward like madn, embracing Coelho with a frenzy no less intense than a money-grabbing spree...
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