Xu Ke sat quietly by himself in the distance, just out of earshot of Coelho's panting and moaning.
Sitting there, Xu Ke felt an unspeakable frustration and discomfort. He used to be the bodyguard of the chief captain, doing this kind of scouting daily, but now he had become the third captain, and the other side was still asking him to scout, which felt unjustifiable.
Sitting there, he had a wicked thought; if he rushed in now and killed the two of them, wouldn't the clover be all his?
Once this thought formed in Xu Ke's mind, he became obsessed with figuring out how to execute it.
Should he rush in and kill them both directly, or should he have his way with Coelho in front of Ma Kelun?
Thinking about Coelho begging under him, Xu Ke couldn't help but laugh.
Coelho had always looked down on him; although his skills were excellent, in Coelho's eyes, he was still just a fighter.
The desire to rush in grew stronger, and Coelho suddenly couldn't help but stand up abruptly.
