If you hold grudges against me, then let's assume that we have no friendship. I know both you and Old Qi are capable people now, and if you really want to turn against me, I'll accompany you to the end!"
"You said it like this, we brothers have to take it," Ma Wu brought up one last demand, "Let Miss Qin go, and let's have a dignified fight."
The coachman stomped out his cigarette butt: "Didn't I say already, if Qin Bulou is gone, I'll definitely let his daughter go. As for whether we fight, let me remind you, what you say doesn't count, wait for Old Qi to speak."
Ma Wu also pinched out his cigarette butt: "Let me remind you, Old Qi isn't here yet, so there's room for discussion. Once Old Qi arrives, it will be too late for you to regret."
Back at North Bridge, Ma Wu counted his crew: Zuo Wugang, Zhen Jincheng, Cao Zhida, Xiao Genzi, Xiao Chuanzi... brothers who have faced life and death together, they all came.
