<h4>Chapter 1683: Chapter 1684: Meng Hu’s True Colors</h4>


    Even now, Ma Kelun is actually still begging me. This feeling is indescribably satisfying.


    After all, Ma Kelun used to be a famous figure in the mercenary world, but now he’s kneeling before me. That feeling of deciding life and death is something people who haven’t experienced it can’t even imagine.


    "You wouldn’t be begging me to let you go, would you? If that’s the case, you might as well not say anything, because I won’t let you off," Meng Hu sneered.


    At this stage, there’s no way he’s letting Ma Kelun and Xu Ke go.


    "I’ve been in the mercenary world for years and have hardly any true friends. That’s my biggest failure," Ma Kelun said, turning to look at Xu Ke.


    Xu Ke looked miserable; just now he had been kicked by Coelho, and now his face was a bloody mess.


    "I’m begging you to let Xu Ke go," Ma Kelun said with a hint of sorrow on his face, sighing. "Xu Ke has been with me for years; I hope he can leave the mercenary world and live a good life."


    Xu Ke’s eyes, originally dull, suddenly lit up. He hadn’t expected Ma Kelun to plead for him at this moment.


    At that moment, Xu Ke’s eyes turned red. He struggled to get up, looking at Ma Kelun with warmth in his eyes.


    "Brother, I was wrong. I was wrong from the start," Xu Ke knelt there, bowing his head to Ma Kelun.


    Many people around had red eyes. They had all followed Ma Kelun, and Ma Kelun’s current disy moved them greatly.


    Ma Kelun shook his head, sighed, and said, "You’re not wrong. I overlooked your feelings; I pushed you into the fire pit."


    "Okay, enough with the drama," Meng Hu suddenly shouted, interrupting them.


    The current atmosphere made him ufortable, even though he had been in the mercenary world for years too, without a loyal subordinate.


    "There’s no way I’ll let Xu Ke go, but I do have an idea," Meng Hu sneered, then looked at Xu Ke, saying, "I can cripple him and disfigure him so he can never show his face again."


    "Humph," Xu Ke snorted coldly, saying, "I won’t beg for your mercy. If you’re going to kill, just do it — no need for words."


    Xu Ke had resolved to face death. Rather than being crippled by Meng Hu, he preferred to die here directly.


    "Good, you’ve got guts; today, I’ll grant your wish," Meng Hu said as he took out his gun.


    Both of them were doomed anyway; dying sooner orter didn’t matter. Moreover, Meng Hu was in a foul mood, so he might as well end it with a bullet.


    "Wait," Coelho suddenly said at that moment, "Tiger, why don’t we let Xu Ke go? His subordinates have almost all been taken out by me, so even if he lives, he won’t pose a threat."


    "What are you saying?" Hearing her words made Meng Hu even more irritable. He turned around, looking at Coelho with a fierce expression.


    Coelho saw the look on Meng Hu’s face and couldn’t help but take a step back. She mustered her courage, forcing a smile, and said, "After all, I’ve lived as brothers with them. Why not..."


    At this moment, Coelho was moved by Ma Kelun’s words. Perhaps she was truly at fault; she should havemunicated more with Ma Kelun.


    Just then, Meng Hu suddenly pped Coelho hard across the face.


    "Bitch, what are you talking about?" Meng Hu red and said.


    Previously, Meng Hu had always shown himself to be kind and friendly in front of everyone; today he revealed his wicked nature.


    Coelho covered her face, looking at Meng Hu in disbelief, her eyes brimming with tears.


    She had slept with many men but had already decided to be good only to Meng Hu in the future.


    She had given true affection to Meng Hu, but what she got in return was a heartless p.


    "You dare hit me?" Coelho shouted through clenched teeth.


    "How does it matter if I hit you? You think you’re something special?" Meng Hu said, delivering another p.


    Coelho tried to dodge, but Meng Hu’s p was fierce,nding hard on Coelho’s face.


    "Bitch, you think I love you? I just wanted to screw you," Meng Hu said, then mounted Coelho, grabbing her clothes and tearing them off forcefully.


    Coelho, after all, was still a woman. Though she was involved with many, having her clothes torn off in front of everyone was unbearable.


    She instinctively shielded her chest, but Meng Hu showed no signs of stopping, tearing off all of Coelho’s clothes.


    Coelhoid there naked, exposedpletely to everyone around.


    "I intended to y for a few more days, but you chose to seek your own death — can’t me me," Meng Hu roared fiercely.


    Ma Kelun was not surprised; he seized the opportunity to look up at Coelho’s men and said, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and grab Meng Hu."


    But those people just stared at Coelho, their eyes almost falling out.


    Some even drooled; although they often followed Coelho, they’d never seen her like this.


    Women in the mercenary world were few, and with such a beauty lying here, everyone wanted a piece.


    Despite Ma Kelun’s shouting, they stood still, looking at Coelho with lust.


    "You don’t need to shout anymore; they’re all mine now," Meng Hu said with a victorious smile.


    Meng Hu had already won over all of Coelho’s subordinates.


    Ma Kelun gritted his teeth, ring viciously at those around him, but it was toote to change anything.


    He shed his own jacket, crawled over to cover Coelho’s body.


    Coelho’s face was tear-streaked. She turned to Ma Kelun and copsed into his chest.


    Just then, Meng Hu stepped forward, kicked Ma Kelun in the chest, grabbed Coelho’s clothes, and flung them away.


    "Who do you think you are? It’s not your ce to speak," Meng Hu said, lifting his head.


    "Meng Hu, you’ll die a horrible death," Coelho yelled viciously.


    "Yes, I’ll die a horrible death. You kill me," Meng Huughed crazily, grabbing Coelho’s hair and lifting her up.


    Coelho’s perfect body was all exposed to the air, her chest bouncing wildly, drawing the gaze of those around.


    Meng Huughed madly while holding her, then turned to the people around and asked, "Do you want a piece?"


    "Yes," the people behind shouted.


    These were Coelho’s former subordinates; being able to personally take down their former captain was a perfect experience both physically and mentally.


    "Today, she’s yours. Enjoy it well; consider it my first gift to you," Meng Hu said, squeezing Coelho’s butt, then pushing her forward forcefully.


    The men behind her rushed forward like madmen, embracing Coelho with a frenzy no less intense than a money-grabbing spree...