"Yi Mingcheng, a wise man knows when to yield. Give me the rest of the pills, and I promise to let you live." Ma Sanpao didn't attack rashly. Instead, he stared at Yi Mingcheng, his gaze burning.
A cunning smile touched Yi Mingcheng's lips. "Fine," he said. "Kill them, and the pills on me are yours."
At his words, the other four men immediately grew wary.
"Yi Mingcheng, don't try to sow discord! Once you're dead, the pills will be ours!"
"Is that right? If I'm not mistaken, you're only here because Lin Zheng gave you the nod. When all is said and done, you'll have to hand the pills over to him, and I doubt there'll be anything left for them. Listen to me, you four—you're just being used as his weapons! How about I give the pills to you? With these, you won't have to be anyone's lackey."
Every word from Yi Mingcheng struck a chord with the four men.
Now, the other four were clearly wavering.
