Having finally gotten the chance, how could he not strike hard? With one blow, he intended to mangle Ji Tang's heart so badly it couldn't be stitched back together.
Then, Hu Ma pulled back quickly, retreating all the way to Miss Red Wine's side before stopping to take a good look.
He saw that Ji Tang's heart was pierced, and it was as if he had instantly lost all strength. His body froze, the knife in his hand clattered to the ground, and he slowly, bit by bit, knelt, his head gradually drooping as he couldn't even support it.
Dead?
Hu Ma frowned at him, then suddenly lifted his foot and kicked a spray of dirt onto Ji Tang's body.
There was no response, but Hu Ma understood even more clearly: the bastard wasn't dead after all.
If he were truly dead, the force of the scattered dirt would have been enough to topple his kneeling body. The fact that he could remain upright meant he still had a breath left.
PHEW...
