"Zhang!"
In the dueling arena, Qi Dabin panted heavily, his throat bobbing with the flow of air, his shoulders heaving, sweat dripping down his forehead. He stared at Zhang Su with a complex expression: "Do you really want to exterminate us all? In front of so many people, we are alike, aren't we? Don't you want to be a benevolent leader?"
Knowing he was at a dead end, Qi Dabin still couldn't reconcile himself to it.
"Alike? Who the hell is like you! When you wanted to bring people up the mountain to loot, why didn't you think we were alike then?"
Zhang Su had taken many punches and kicks, but the most obvious injury was his left eye corner, hit by an unknown heavy punch, cracking open, with blood sticking to the outer corner. He squinted his left eye slightly and spoke loudly.
"Brothers, wouldn't it be benevolent to eliminate the bandits plotting against Celestial Horse Island?"
