"What can you take on? Pay back the commander's life or bear the torture of the military? Or hand you over to the police and sentence you to ten or twenty years in prison?"
Feng Ling's eyes were calm. "I can accept any punishment. After all, it's wrong to kill the military commander. He is not a terrorist anyway."
Li Nanheng sneered. "Then who will compensate you? Who will take on the dignity of XI Base? That fat man who was killed by you?"
Hearing this, Feng Ling blinked and looked up at him. "Boss, if I could have endured a few more minutes yesterday, we wouldn't have been in such trouble. I'm really sorry."
"You don't have to feel sorry." Li Nanheng threw the silver lighter and unlit cigarette onto the coffee table and coldly said: "If you hadn't killed him, you and K would have been killed by him. If there must be a person to die, let the one who should die be him."
