"I just want to lie down for a while, so shut your mouth." Xia Jinyuan removed the hand on his shoulder. There was lingering fear in his indifferent expression.
Luke laughed softly. With one hand propped on a withered tree, he stood up first and reached out his hand to Xia Jinyuan, who was still lying on the ground. He didn't want to get up. "Buddy, we should go back now. Although we're already in Myanmar, I think we still need to find a way back to Cobra."
Looking at his outstretched hand, Xia Jinyuan reached out his hand and was held tightly by Luke. Using his arm strength, Xia Jinyuan got up and patted off the withered leaves on his back. He said calmly, "Keep walking forward and contact Cobra. I think someone will come and fetch us."
"That's right! This is a good idea. Let's go, my brother. When we go back, I'll treat you to a drink to celebrate our survival today."
"I don't drink, thanks."
