"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
"Hmph, Junior Brother Ren, you've been talking so much nonsense with me. Could it be... you still have illusions?" Yue Zhuoqun laughed: "Since I have already shown my true colors, I've long been prepared to kill and silence you. It's better for you to save your energy. Perhaps you can still put up a few moves later. Oh, right, let me give you some advice, Junior Brother Ren. You'd better end it yourself. This way, I can at least leave your corpse intact. If I have to draw my sword, then, heh heh, even if you're cut into seventy or eighty pieces or minced into meat sauce to feed the dogs, it's possible!"
"Aiyo" Zhang Xiaohua shuddered, seemingly with cold, and stammered: "You... do you have to be like this? There really wasn't anything between Senior Sister Zhang and me!"
"Is there still any point in saying that now?" Yue Zhuoqun sneered: "Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to do it?"