No.12 had a discerning eye. He stopped attacking and stated his purpose concisely. "Give me all your money."
"Alright, please wait a moment!"
Yue Xin stood not far away and looked at the last surviving prisoner who respectfully offered everyone's identity cards. After No.12 transferred everyone's money, he continued to ask, "Look, if there's nothing else, we'll leave first?"
No.12 thought for a moment and returned some money to one of the identity cards. "This is the medical fee. If I had known that you were so obedient, I wouldn't have done it."
"Thank you so much!"
Hearing the translation in the earpiece, Yue Xin began to brainstorm crazily. This was the so-called giving a sweet date after a slap, right? She seemed to understand something.
No.12 returned with a full load. Yue Xin asked, "How much did you snatch?"
No.12 replied, "It's enough for you to squander 18 times in Building No. 8."
