“Let them go, Brother Zheng-Fu. I think they must have repented and wouldn't dare think about doing it again.” The hand that held his shoulder was Xiao-Jiang's. After she regained consciousness, she found that Mu-Teng and his men had broken down. But when she looked at Zheng-Fu and saw his terrifying grin with his raised hand, she immediately knew with an instinct that Zheng-Fu was definitely thinking of killing them, so she came to inhibit him.
“But letting them go is no different from letting the tigers into the forest, Sister Xiao-Jiang. No matter what, they don't even think of turning over new leaves.” Zheng-Fu knew well that if he let them go, they would definitely come back and cause trouble for him. Even if they could not do anything to him, it was not like they could not do that to his people, so Zheng-Fu did not think to let them go.