"You are no match for me," Ma Han said indifferently.
Zhou Yuan's face was ashen as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, not expecting to have been defeated so swiftly.
Ma Han shook his head slightly, about to turn and leave. He simply couldn't lay a hand on him; seeing Zhou Yuan's current state, many past memories flooded into Ma Han's mind.
He, Ma Han, wasn't Zhou Yuan, nor was he Wang Wei; he was a man of heavy emotions and loyalty.
"Go to hell!!"
Seeing this, a flash of murderous intent disappeared from Zhou Yuan's eyes as quickly as it had come. To Zhou Yuan, Ma Han represented his pledge of loyalty upon joining the Wolf Fang Troop. Ma Han may not wish to kill him, but Zhou Yuan wouldn't show any mercy. Seeing that his opponent had made such a naive mistake, Zhou Yuan sneered, readying a punch to take Ma Han down.
