Golden Triangle, Satan's base.
Fu Heng and Lan Ni brought the injured mercenaries to this place to rest and reorganize.
Looking at their battered and heavily injured appearance, the words of the people from Satan were filled with contempt and ridicule as they said, "Being beaten up to this state by the Coiling Dragon, if it were us, we would definitely be ashamed to go to someone else's territory to seek help."
"Don't dirty our things! Sit further away!"
Fu Heng raised his head to look at their snobbish faces. He took out two bank cards and threw them at their feet. At the same time, he had Bai Yue throw two boxes of cash over!
Satan's subordinates' attitude suddenly changed. They happily brought them to a nearby warehouse and even provided them with some medical supplies.
"Why didn't you take out the money earlier! If you need anything, just ask!"
