Ma Lin's mouth overflowed with blood, and his eyes were filled with regret. If he had not chosen to come to Zhonghai City, perhaps this outcome would not have occurred.
Perhaps this is for the better, finally being freed from a life of constant fear and trepidation.
A look of relief flashed across Ma Lin's eyes as he closed them and fell to the ground.
"Who exactly are you? You're definitely not an assassin. Damn it, you actually killed Ma Lin."
Mad Dragon, clutching his mangled arm, looked at Ma Lin, who had lost all vitality, a hint of sadness passing through his eyes, then turned to stare directly at Ye Chen, screaming aloud in rage.
What mercenaries value most is the bond of brotherhood, willing to go through thick and thin for one another.
Ma Lin and he were brothers bonded by life and death. Seeing Ma Lin die at the hands of Ye Chen, how could he not feel sorrow?