Looking at Liu Yu, who was gritting his teeth in frustration, Pei Yan said gleefully, "Oh, it seems life in the Secret Prison isn't going well at all. It's so bad that you've banded together for warmth! But I'll say it again—I'm soft-hearted! I've pleaded with the higher-ups to give you a chance. Kill me, and you'll be free! Isn't that a great deal? You get revenge and freedom, two birds with one stone!"
"Hmph, don't try to fool us; we're just here to be your targets!"
Pei Yan glanced at a young man in the crowd who looked down and sneered. He seemed to be named Feng Ziping, a captive caught by Jiang Feiyang on New Year's Day. He nodded at him and didn't shy away from saying, "That's right, you are targets. But are you going to let me kill you without dignity, or will you resist and show some spirit? It's your choice!"
"Is this the choice you're giving me?" He Yue raised his securely bound hands and mocked.
