Fu Rong snorted: "If you've got guts, then you bastards come out now and I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

"If you're really that good, how about we wait until dawn tomorrow for a final showdown? Everyone's been running all day, they need a rest. Do you have the guts to wait a bit?" Mo Zuo's men shouted.

Fu Rong wasn't stupid. He laughed for a while before replying, "You bunch of bastards, are you trying to stall for time to escape? I'm too lazy to play tricks on you. Now get out here, or all the thousand men you abandoned will die!"

Hearing the other side's tough stance, Mo Zuo's men turned to their leader and asked, "What do we do?"

Mo Zuo pulled Mo Cheng back again, who was about to get up and rush out, and gave him a karate chop. Mo Cheng immediately fainted and couldn't even utter a syllable.

"Tie up the young master, gag him, and arrange a 20-man squad to find a way to send him back first," Mo Zuo instructed another subordinate.

The man took the young master, immediately tied him up, then called on a nearby team to pack their things and prepare to set off.

Mo Zuo picked up the megaphone again: "If you have the guts, then kill! Once you start killing, you people will be nothing but walking beasts! Our Mo family will exterminate you all and report your shameless acts to all military bases. Let's see if there's any place for you left in this world!"

Li Ke watched from the rooftop as the twenty people split into two groups, with two leading the way to scout ahead, while the others silently followed along the path, pushing ten motorcycles. Those without motorcycles kept watch for their surroundings.

Mo Zuo is truly decisive. Li Ke, who had been watching from the rooftop, couldn't help but admire his toughness.

"Hey! Damn it, we've run into a tough nut to crack!" Fu Rong cursed, rubbing his chin with a headache.

Fu Hao, never one to shy away from trouble, shouted, "Then let's kill them! They're all their people anyway, and they're the ones who just stood by and watched us die!"

Fu Rong slapped his son on the head: "Kill my ass! You're even more ruthless than your father!"

If there were only these hundred people in front of him, Fu Rong could really harden his heart and kill them all, but there are still nine hundred people behind him!

He killed a hundred people, but those people still haven't come out. Does he really think he can kill a thousand people?

Although Fu Rong also considered himself a wicked scoundrel, he was not really that evil when it came to committing a heinous massacre of a thousand people!

"Brother, what should we do? This idea won't work." Fu Rong threw the question to his younger brother. If Fu Hua made up his mind to do this, Fu Rong felt he wouldn't have much of an opinion.

Fu Hua glanced at his elder brother and immediately knew what he was thinking. He didn't want to kill so many people, but did that mean he, as his younger brother, could?

If he really went through with the heart to issue the kill order, who knows how his older brother would view him in the future?

Fu Hua sighed, "We can't just give in like this, can we?"

Fu Hao circled around to his uncle Fu Hua and whispered, "Killing a thousand isn't enough, can't we at least kill ten? We have to fire a couple of shots to test it out, otherwise we'll just be making a fool of ourselves. If we just talk the talk but don't walk the walk, we'll look like cowards."

Upon hearing this, Fu Hua immediately praised, "Good lad, you've got some brains!" He turned to his elder brother Fu Rong and said, "Brother, Xiao Hao's idea is not bad either. Let's put pressure on them first. If we really can't get them to do it, then we'll think of another way."

Li Ke quickly heard the shout from the other side, and a voice came from the loudspeaker: "Fine, since you're so willing to sit still, I'll bleed you a little first, otherwise you'll really think I'm joking with you!"

Li Ke used his binoculars to see the other side escorting ten people to the front, and then shouted, "Listen, we will kill one person every three minutes until you hand over the young master of the Mo family. Otherwise, you can watch your men die."

Mo Cheng had already been sent away. Mo Zuo, holding a megaphone, shouted, "If you open fire and kill civilians, you're going against the entire 200,000 people of the Qingyuan Base! If you insist on doing so, then open fire! Otherwise, wait until dawn tomorrow, when we've rested and regrouped. Then we'll settle things based on our strength. Who lives and who dies then will be decided without further discussion!"

Li Ke, who was waiting on the roof, was momentarily stunned when he heard about the Qingyuan base. Could the young master of the Mo family be Mo Qing's son?

Fu Hao was furious and said to his uncle, "Order to fire! The hostages are in our hands. We're the ones who have them under our control. How can we let them lead us by the nose?"

Fu Hua also thought it was good, but before he could give the order, four more lights appeared at the end of the road in the distance, and looking further, another convoy appeared.

Li Ke on the roof and Mo Zuo and the others below also noticed the suddenly appearing vehicle. Li Ke quickly connected it with the people in the neighborhood that Xiao Guang had mentioned. Now, with the three parties meeting, the situation was not easy to handle.

Fu Rong and Fu Hua couldn't determine the visitor's stance. Remembering that the Mo family had made a fuss and sent a message back, they became somewhat hesitant.

"Get the people into the car, drive the captured people a little further away, and our people should also hide. Turn the car around and leave immediately if anything seems wrong," Fu Rong ordered, watching the approaching lights. At this moment, he was somewhat grateful that there was this dead end in front of him.

Mo Zuo was also completely baffled. They naturally had no chance to send someone back to report the news. The words they had just shouted were meant to scare the other side, so Mo Zuo was naturally unaware of the purpose of the reappearing convoy.

"Abandon the large carts for now. Form groups of ten, carry enough personal supplies, and spread out to stealthily advance. No matter who the enemy is, it would be too disadvantageous for us to be caught in the middle. Hurry up and retreat first!" Mo Zuo ordered his men.

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