The middle-aged man nodded. "Since it's your order, I'll definitely do it. It's just…"
However, there were many people who wanted to leave this eternal place before him, but they failed.
When he was very young, he had even seen an old village chief being washed to the bottom of the cliff by the waves because he wanted to leave.
That incident had once left a considerable psychological trauma on the young village chief. Until now, sometimes, when he dreamed at night, he could see the hands that kept struggling in the water.
"What's wrong?" Xia Wei smiled kindly at the middle-aged man. However, he had too much power. Even though it was a very kind smile, it pressed down on the middle-aged man like a mountain.
