Driven to desperation, this is how it must be.
Up till now, he hasn't been given any way out...
Ma Zongyu shivered, but he understood that now he must make the final decision.
If he doesn't, he might be headed for a dead end.
The big cleaver was still in Song Zihua's hand, hovering, ready to drop at any moment.
Ma Zongyu's heart was racing, unable to find any peace, he said, "Sir Song, my worthless life isn't worth dirtying your hands... Sir Song, I beg you, spare me..."
Even at this moment, he held onto a shred of hope, wishing Song Zihua wasn't serious, and wouldn't really chop off his hand.
Ma Zongyu hoped desperately, but Song Zihua wouldn't hesitate.
Song Zihua's patience was completely worn out, he raised his hand and said, "Kid, I'm going to see blood today!"
He wasn't merely frightening Ma Zongyu, nor was he doing this just to scare him, he was truly enraged.
