Everyone stood dumbfounded. The inexplicable sense of solemnity and the mechanical female voice at this moment formed a strong contrast.
The impact was strong. A few of the mercenaries could not help but laugh inward at the irony of it all. However, their duty as mercenaries made them hold back from expressing it outward.
Luo Xiong was so angry that his entire body trembled. He could only wait for Bo Silin to retreat before he shouted in a suppressed voice.
"Bo Silin, leave him behind!"
Bo Silin moved back as he stuck his head out.
"Leave who?"
"My son and daughter!" he gritted his teeth.
"Did you want us to stay for tea?" Bo Silin frowned, seemingly in deep thought.
Luo Xiong was speechless.
"Oh, you did? Was it to talk about the hostages? Alright, I can make do with my schedule."
Bo Silin came to a sudden realization and nodded.
"But… I have trust issues… What if you pull something tricky at the last minute?"
