At a Loss (3/3)

"You don't dare kill me!" Ma Yu shouted. It was unclear whether he was trying to intimidate Zhou Heng or bolster his own courage.

"He's killing idiots exactly like you!" Black Donkey rolled his eyes. "Kid Zhou, you can't tame a white-eyed wolf like this. If you don't kill him now, the moment he runs into his family elders, he'll definitely have them kill you!"

"You're not such a stupid donkey after all. Looks like you've done this sort of thing quite often!" Zhou Heng said with a smile.

"Fang Yirong, Yang Xinghua, Tai Yuan, are you really just going to stand there and watch? This guy's a madman! If he kills me, none of you will live either!" Ma Yu was no fool. At the very least, he could see that Zhou Heng's killing intent was utterly resolute!

Trying to cow Zhou Heng with words was therefore unrealistic. His only option was to drag Fang Yirong and the other two aboard; with the strength of all four combined, they could surely contend against Zhou Heng!

At worst, they could perish together like jade and stone. Surely Zhou Heng would not dare!

But he was indulging in wishful thinking. After Fang Yirong and the others exchanged looks, not one of them so much as twitched a finger.

As bystanders, they saw things clearly. Zhou Heng was simply too powerful, far stronger than any of them. Even if the four of them joined forces, they would only be throwing their lives away! Besides, they had no life-and-death friendship with Ma Yu. Why should they accompany him in madness?

Betting on Zhou Heng might yet win them a sliver of hope for survival, while joining hands with Ma Yu would only lead them down a road black to the end!

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