Chapter 157:

She had emptied her magazine at Liang Yu.

To put it in perspective, if Liang Yu had fallen into her hands, his fate would have been far more tragic than it was now.

Liang Yu answered Mu Ting’s question.

“I said, only one of you can remain standing.”

This sentence implied that Mu Ting could participate.

However, they all misunderstood one thing:

Liang Yu only said one person could remain standing, but he didn’t say they would survive.

Yet, their desperate desire to live caused them to automatically misinterpret Liang Yu’s words.

They understood it as: only one of them could survive.

When the people nearby untied them and handed them weapons,

these individuals initially showed no other expressions on their faces.

Instead, a portion of them looked warily at those who had released them and given them weapons.

Perhaps they didn’t trust them.

After all, this was the group that had captured them.

The others didn’t think that way.

When these people’s attention was diverted, they had already made up their minds.

Strike first, regardless of how close they once were to the other person.

But as things stood, only one person could survive.

They all needed that one spot.

They didn’t even consider the truthfulness of Liang Yu’s statement.

They just wanted to cling tightly to this sliver of hope before them.

Using this hope to escape from the endless abyss.

These people had already gotten behind the others; by the time they realized it, it was too late.

Thick wooden clubs slammed hard into the backs of their heads.

Screams continually rang out.

Making the onlookers feel a chill.

At this moment, they consciously began to distance themselves from those around them.

After Mu Ting was released, she got a weapon and immediately fumbled around her body for her other weapons.

However, those who tied her up had left her with no equipment whatsoever.

A sharp-eyed person nearby saw Mu Ting’s attention was diverted and immediately picked up a club, aiming for a vital spot.

But Mu Ting, quick and agile, dodged it.

However, she didn’t retaliate; instead, after observing her surroundings, she threw the weapon in her hand at the man.

Then she quickly approached the man and tackled him onto the ice.

Mu Ting straddled the man, her hands continuously striking his face.

But she wasn’t using much force; instead, she whispered to the man,

“Don’t struggle, just act along. I might have a way to survive.”

The man pondered for a moment, recalling Mu Ting’s usual demeanor, and decided to trust her.

Thus, the two ‘wrestled’ together, unknowingly rolling near Mario.

They saw Mario still standing to the side, holding a firearm, unresponsive.

At this point, they knew their chance had come.

They ‘wrestled’ even more vigorously.

Liang Yu watched with interest.

He also pulled Lan Ling over, making her watch the two’s performance.

Lan Ling looked at the two, seemingly understanding what they wanted to do.

She turned to Liang Yu.

“Da Zhu Ti Zi, are you sure you’re not going to stop them?”

“If they get their hands on the submachine gun in Mario’s hand, the situation will be very difficult to control.”

But Liang Yu only smiled mysteriously.

He told Lan Ling to keep watching.

Such a rare drama isn’t always available to watch, and it’s such a heartfelt performance.

At this point, the distance between the two and Mario was less than three meters.

They didn’t dare to get too close now, fearing they might alert Mario.

After the two adjusted their positions, the man suddenly flipped Mu Ting over, pinning her beneath him.

His hands pretended to be tightly clutching her neck.

His face also showed an exaggerated expression.

Just then, the man suddenly turned and burst forth, and at the same time, Mu Ting threw snowballs one after another at Mario’s face.

The man quickly reached Mario’s front, his hands embracing the submachine gun in Mario’s hands.

However, what happened next was not what the man had anticipated.

In his imagination, with Mario being such a small person, he could directly snatch the gun from his hands once he got close.

Even if he couldn’t snatch it, during their struggle, he could use his physique to knock Mario to the ground.

But when he actually made contact with Mario, he found that this small person before him stood like an iron tower on the ice.

He couldn’t do anything to him.

Neither Mario himself nor the submachine gun in his hand showed any signs of moving.

The man was still trying to snatch the submachine gun from Mario’s hands.

But Mu Ting’s eyes already held a deep sense of despair.

Mu Ting kept muttering a phrase.

“No wonder, no wonder.”

After several attempts, the man was kicked away by Mario.

The heavy kick had already injured the man’s internal organs.

Under these medical conditions, he would not survive.

Liang Yu’s voice came from Mario again.

“This morning, I remember you emptied your magazine at me.”

“However, I am a very fair person, and my friend also has a gun.”

“As long as you can survive after emptying the magazine, I won’t kill you.”

However, at this point, Mu Ting laughed.

“Heh!”

Only, she didn’t know if this laugh was self-mockery or directed at Liang Yu.

But Liang Yu wouldn’t care about Mu Ting’s feelings.

“Alright, please begin your performance.”

“You can choose to catch the bullets with your bare hands like me, or you can try to dodge these bullets.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him shoot continuously; that way you’d be certain to die.”

Under Liang Yu’s command, Mario moved about a hundred meters away from Mu Ting.

Once at that distance, Mario began to raise his gun and shoot at Mu Ting.

According to Liang Yu’s idea, Mario initially aimed at Mu Ting’s limbs, such as finger joints, palms, and other areas.

Each shot hit one of Mu Ting’s fingers.

Mu Ting felt the piercing pain at this moment.

Ten fingers connected to the heart was not a joke.

After ten gunshots, she did not faint.

She successfully endured these ten shots, but her hands could no longer hold things normally.

Looking at her bloody hands, Mu Ting felt a knot in her stomach.

But this was far from over.

Mario’s gunshots rang out again.

This time his target was the movable joints of the wrists.

After these two shots, Mu Ting’s entire hands were ruined.

However, Mu Ting was counting the number of bullets Mario had fired in her mind.

Twelve!!!

To her knowledge, a submachine gun’s typical magazine capacity was thirty rounds.

This gun clearly had no external magazine attached.

Even for some people with OCD, the maximum number of bullets in the gun would be thirty-one.

In other words, if she, Mu Ting, could just endure the remaining nineteen shots, she would have a chance to survive.