"Zhao Feilong, you're insane! If you kill him, you'll be buried with him!"
At this moment, Zhao Feilong had lost all reason, and as a friend, Jiang Xiaobai wouldn't let him do something foolish. If Zhao Feilong killed Ma Jixiong, he would be burdened with a blood debt and face execution.
"If you don't get out of the way, I'll chop you up too!" The long knife in Zhao Feilong's hand hovered over Jiang Xiaobai's head.
"Zhao Feilong, don't be unreasonable! I'm doing this for your own good!"
Jiang Xiaobai snatched the long knife from Zhao Feilong's hand, pushed him away, and said, "You need to calm down now; you have a wife and children. If you die, what will happen to them?"
"Jiang Xiaobai, just let him kill me!" Ma Jixiong shouted, knowing that he had no chance of escaping. Rather than continue on like this, he might as well die.
Zhao Feilong suddenly wilted like a leaf and squatted down dejectedly. After a long time, Zhao Feilong stood up, his tone much softer.
