Even now, Ma Kelun is actually still begging me. This feeling is indescribably satisfying.
After all, Ma Kelun used to be a famous figure in the mercenary world, but now he's kneeling before me. That feeling of deciding life and death is something people who haven't experienced it can't even imagine.
"You wouldn't be begging me 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," Meng Hu sneered.
At this stage, there's no way he's letting Ma Kelun and Xu Ke go.
"I've been in the mercenary 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 mess.
"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 me for years; I hope he can leave the mercenary world and live a good life."
