Mr. Chen's sword was set horizontally before him. He said, "You deceived me."
Somehow, upon hearing this, Zheng Fan truly felt a little shame in his heart. Honest people, good-natured people, they truly make one's heart ache for them.
But Zheng Fan truly had no other choice. If he hadn't deceived him, hadn't tricked him, he, along with the Blind Man and Xue Three, would all have fallen under his sword.
"You can go. I don't want to kill you," Zheng Fan said.
Ever since awakening in this world, Zheng Fan had been descending further into darkness. He had killed people, incited the soldiers of Hutou City to annihilate entire families, and even led an army into the Qian State. But at this moment, Zheng Fan wanted to show some leniency. It wasn't that he lacked confidence in Shatuo Queshi; it was purely because he genuinely hoped this swordsman could leave here alive.
"I will not go." Mr. Chen remained stubborn.
