Jiang Wanghe thought for a moment. He turned around and searched the corpses of the men in black for a while. Then, he found a pair of relatively clean gloves that did not have much blood.
When Liao Qing received the pair of gloves, he was stunned.
“You, aren’t you afraid of them?”
“They’re all dead. What’s there to be afraid of?”Jiang Wanghe said calmly.
Liao Qing felt that the glove on his hand weighed a thousand pounds.
He shivered. “Yeah, dead people. Aren’t you afraid?”
Jiang Wanghe raised his eyelids slightly. “In that situation just now, either they die or we die. Think about it. Do you want to live or lie here in their place?”
Liao Qing didn’t say anything. He touched the bridge of his nose, which had been knocked out of handsomeness. He held back his disgust and looked at the group of dead people.
Jiang Wanghe patted his shoulder. “Let’s go. Don’t waste any more time. If we meet another group of black-clothed people, it will be even worse.”
