Ding Hui's finger, which held the power of life and death, first pointed at Meng Huoke, and then at the thief.
In other words, the one to be executed was Meng Huoke.
The one to spare was the thief.
Based on his trust in Ding Hui, Fang Yu almost without hesitation went straight to Meng Huoke.
He raised his hand, ready to strike down.
Meng Huoke, whose face was ashen, was dumbfounded on the spot.
Is it me who has to die, and not the guy next to me??
From any angle, aren't I a bit more valuable??
With the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the thief looking guilty, and that expression of just escaping death triggered a surge of anger in his heart.
"Wait!"
Meng Huoke hurriedly shouted.
Fang Yu's movement paused, looking at Ding Hui as if seeking permission.
But this time, before Ding Hui spoke, Meng Huoke urgently yelled.
"My lord! My lords! I'm more useful than this guy! I'm much more valuable than he is! Please, my lord, give me a chance to live!"
