The Ambition of a Desperate Man

"Take him out, then show me the way." Jiang Yue pointed at the curly-haired man and said coolly, "Of course, you can show your loyalty and choose not to."

"I'm a fair man. I gave you a chance, and I'll give him one too. If you don't take him out, I'll let him take you out. Either way, only one of you is walking out of this basement alive."

The stocky man's heart lurched. His gaze involuntarily shifted toward the curly-haired man.

The curly-haired man cried out in alarm, "Winter Melon, don't believe his bullshit! He's trying to make us kill each other. Do you really think he'll let you go?"

The stocky man looked doubtful. He glanced back at Jiang Yue, clearly seeking confirmation.

Just then, the curly-haired man suddenly lunged for the cleaver on the ground.

The stocky man hadn't seen it coming.

The cleaver was already in the curly-haired man's hand. His expression twisted into a savage grin. "Sorry, Winter Melon!"

As he spoke, he swung the cleaver at the stocky man's neck without a moment's hesitation.

The blow was swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

It was obvious that the curly-haired man was used to fighting. There was no showy flourish to the cleaver in his hand—just a clean, efficient strike.

The stocky man hadn't even reacted before the blade flashed toward his face.

"Curly Hair, you son of a bitch!" the stocky man shrieked, closing his eyes and resigning himself to his fate.

Whoosh!

The stocky man suddenly felt himself yanked violently aside.

The curly-haired man's lethal strike cut through empty air.

It was clearly Jiang Yue who had intervened.

Jiang Yue looked at Curly Hair with an amused smile. "You're a little too eager."

Curly Hair stammered, "You said you were fair. You