He didn't dare not get up.
When Dai Mobai spoke, there was no unnecessary expression on his face.
It was as if cutting off one of his fingers was no different than crushing an ant.
This indifference is more frightening than rage.
A person who doesn't even bother to show you his anger really doesn't care about your life or death.
Ma Hongjun held his severed finger, shaking all over in pain.
His fingers were connected to his heart, and the severe pain from the severed finger was like a red-hot iron drill piercing from his fingertips all the way into his heart.
His right hand was convulsing, and the blood at the cut had begun to coagulate, forming a dark red scab on the surface of the wound. However, every heartbeat still squeezed out a small stream of warm liquid and flowed down his fat fingers.
He reluctantly turned around.
His eyes passed through Tang San's body and fell on the two girls behind.
Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong.
Xiao Wu stood less than a step behind Tang San, wearing her favorite pink dress.
Her big eyes were now widened, and her pupils reflected Ma Hongjun's twisted face, full of vigilance and disgust.
Ning Rongrong stands a little behind Xiao Wu.
There is no fear on her face. After all, she is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She has grown up under the protection of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, and she is not afraid of anything.
She just frowned and looked at Ma Hongjun, her eyes full of disgust.
Ma Hongjun's eyes wandered back and forth between the two girls.
His eyes were still red.
His lips were trembling, his entire face was contorted with severe pain, and the veins on his forehead were bulging one by one.
But even so--
When he looked at Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, deep in those small eyes, there was still a trace of evil that even he himself was not aware of.
It's something that oozes from your bones.
It cannot be erased with a broken finger.
I was forced.
Ma Hongjun hinted to himself over and over again in his heart.
Dai Mobai said that if he doesn't choose, he will cut off his fingers one by one.
If the fingers are gone, the toes will be cut off.
He has more than eighty Soul Masters, a ridiculously powerful maid, and an old man whose eyes alone make Tang Sans crawl all over.
They are so strong that no one has the courage to resist.
I was forced to do this, and it was all a helpless move.
There are many of them and they are strong. If I don't do what I do, I will die.
I don't want to die, I'm still young, and I still have a great life to live.
So it's not my fault.
I was forced.
Every time he hinted at it, the lustful evil in his heart would confidently come out.
His eyes stopped on Xiao Wu for a moment, then moved to Ning Rongrong, and then moved back again.
It's like choosing a favorite item.
The pain caused his facial muscles to twitch, and evil thoughts made his eyes become moist.
Two completely different things mixed together on the same face, distorting it into something indescribably weird and ugly.
It's like a person is crying, but his eyes are smiling.
Tang San saw that look.
His fists were clenched so hard that his nails almost dug into his palms.
An indescribable chill rose from the soles of his feet and climbed all the way to the back of his head, making his entire back feel chilly.
That chill did not come from the more than eighty black-clad Soul Master, nor did it come from the unfathomable old man in gray robe.
It came from the fat man standing in front of him whom he called brother.
Tang San always thought he understood Ma Hongjun.
He knows that fat people have Evil Fire's problems. He knows that fat people can't walk when they see beautiful girls. He knows that fat people don't know how to talk, and sometimes they can't speak without thinking.
But he always felt that those were just minor problems, flaws in his character that could be corrected.
But what he saw now was no small problem.
It is something engraved in the bones and grown in the flesh.
Xiao Wu also saw that look.
Her face turned pale in an instant.
She subconsciously took half a step behind Tang San and grabbed the corner of Tang San's clothes with one hand, her knuckles turning white from the exertion.
The classmate who had been with her for several months was now looking at her as if she were picking out goods.
Xiao Wu said nothing.
She just held on to Tang San's clothes, as if grasping the last straw.
"Fat man, you--"
Tang San couldn't help but speak.
But before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Ma Hongjun.
"Third brother, you don't need to say more."
Ma Hongjun's voice was a little hoarse, and the pain from his severed finger made his breathing become rapid and unstable.
But his tone was unusually calm.
He didn't look at Tang San, his eyes still wandered over the two girls, as if weighing the pros and cons.
"I was forced too."
He bit these four words very hard.
"You heard it just now. If I don't do this, my fingers will be broken one by one, and my life may even be in danger."
He raised his right hand, which was still bleeding, and the wound on the broken finger was exposed in front of everyone.
"I'm still young, third brother, I don't want to die. I want to live."
There was a hint of crying in his voice, but what was mixed in that crying was not regret, but grievance.
"What's more -"
Ma Hongjun finally turned his head and glanced at Tang San.
That glance was quick, but he still saw that deep in those red and swollen little eyes, apart from evil thoughts, there was also a hint of righteousness.
"I'm not just saving myself. I'm also saving you, Third Brother."
When these words came out, even Ning Rongrong was stunned.
"Think about it, there are so many of them, more than eighty Soul Master, if I don't do it and they take action, who among us can escape?"
"Boss Dai is already injured. You and Boss Dai together can't defeat that maid. What can I do alone?"
Ma Hongjun becomes more fluent the more he speaks.
"I am doing this to sacrifice myself and save everyone. If I don't go to hell, who will?"
His logic has completed its closed loop.
In his heart, this is not betrayal or evil, but a sacrifice.
He Ma Hongjun is the hero who endures humiliation and sacrifices his life for justice.
He exchanged a girl's dignity for everyone's safety.
This deal is a good deal no matter how you calculate it.
As for whether the girl is willing--
This question didn't even cross his mind for a second.
Ma Hongjun no longer goes to see Tang San.
His eyes finally had focus and no longer wandered between the two girls.
He began to weigh it carefully.
Ning Rongrong is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the most beloved daughter of Ning Fengzhi.
The entire continent knows the strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of Upper Three Sects, with countless disciples, and two Titled Douluos, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, are in charge.
Some time ago, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo appeared in Nuoding City. The Seven Kill Sword energy rising into the sky could be felt for dozens of miles around.
To move Ning Rongrong is to declare war on the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.