nucmednet Chapter 1065 - 1064: Bro Makes Sense
Chapter 1065 - 1064: Bro Makes Sense
Although Ma Zongyu is greedy and never satisfied, he’s also someone who always puts his own life first. Once his own safety is at risk, of course he’ll do whatever it takes to protect himself and cling to life.It looks like a kind of self‑preservation, but even more like a symbol of utter loss of dignity. His soul is just that despicable.
So, when dealing with someone like this, the method is actually very simple: let the facts do the talking, let him face danger that could hit at any moment.
Gu Tong actually wanted to see whether Ma Zongyu would still be that tough then.
Ma Zongyu was pinned to the table, his right cheek pressed against the cold tabletop. He struggled a few times, trying to fight back, only to realize he couldn’t move at all.
It was like someone had put a curse on him, destined to die here...
In front of him was his hand, and above his hand swung a sharp, gleaming knife. At an angle beside the knife lay a card; under the reflected light, even the card seemed to glimmer, as if it were begging Ma Zongyu to grab it.
As long as he grabbed that card, all the disaster in front of him would instantly vanish, as if nothing had ever happened...
Ma Zongyu could return to his former life of wine and luxury. But if he let go of that card, it would be the same as losing all hope; he’d lose a hand, become a cripple, and completely lose any chance to turn things around.
At this critical moment...
He had to make the choice that was most beneficial to himself.
Otherwise...
What awaited him would be irreparable doom.
What to do...
This question practically exploded in Ma Zongyu’s mind. He couldn’t even breathe; everything came down to just two words—gain and loss—and he had to choose, right now.
Thinking of this, Ma Zongyu glanced at Ding Suzhu, somewhat uncertain, only to find that she didn’t even look his way. That actually surprised him a little.
Judging by Ding Suzhu’s personality, shouldn’t she be pleading for him...
Could it be that she’s really that heartless, already dead‑set on divorcing him, with no room for changing her mind?
At that thought, a flicker of anger surged in Ma Zongyu’s heart. He almost wanted to jump up and strangle that fickle, loose woman on the spot.
It was all because she wouldn’t give him money that he was suffering this undeserved calamity! If she’d been willing to let him blow through cash, would today have happened?
Ding Suzhu was a lost cause...
Bitterly disappointed, Ma Zongyu could only look to Song Zihua for help.
However...
Song Zihua had absolutely no intention of responding. Instead, he politely picked up a cigarette, and said to Gu Tong, "Bro, want one?"
Gu Tong glanced at him and replied politely, "I don’t smoke."
"Oh, oh, oh..." Song Zihua let out a dry laugh, but didn’t feel awkward at all. He lowered his voice and started chatting idly, saying, "Bro, you think this son of a bitch is gonna fold?"
The "Master Ma" he used to call him was nothing but sarcasm. In Song Zihua’s mind, Ma Zongyu’s real status was just that of a complete scumbag street punk.
Gu Tong lowered his eyelids and said calmly, "What happens to him has nothing much to do with me."
Which, honestly, was the truth. What became of Ma Zongyu now had long since stopped having anything to do with Gu Tong. All that was left was a choice!
Gu Tong had no intention of taking the bait, and with one sentence he shot down Song Zihua’s guess.
The people around them all jumped in fright. They hadn’t expected his courage to be this big now.
You have to know...
Aside from Boss Xia Xi, Song Zihua usually didn’t give face to anyone. Being this polite was already giving plenty of face.
"Yes, yes, yes, what you say makes sense, bro."
But then, something unexpected happened again.