"Brother Yuan, you must have heard everything I just said, right?"
The man in the yellow robe, referred to as Brother Wang by the ferocious brute, stared coldly at Zhu Fei, speaking indifferently,
"Have you made up your mind whether to take your own life or do you want me, Wang Daoying, to do it for you? Don't say I didn't warn you—if I have to make a move, your end will be more than just death."
Listening to the tone of Wang Daoying's words, it seemed as though the three of them were absolutely certain of Zhu Fei's fate, casually deciding life and death with their speech.
A scornful sneer gradually spread across Zhu Fei's lips.
He coolly looked at Wang Daoying and the others and scoffed, "Three fools! Cao Hao was just like you are now, so full of himself, but sadly, he didn't truly have the means to back it up, and so he died.
Now, you are making the same mistake he did. Tell me, don't you also deserve to die?"
