Boss, don't kill me! I was just following orders, it's not my fault! I can give you anything you want! The last person stammered unclearly.
He was so scared that he nearly wet himself.
The pain from his broken leg made him especially alert.
Right now, all he wanted was to stay alive.
Looking at Waldo dressed in combat gear, his mask revealing only a hint of red light, he didn't even have the courage to run away.
Waldo approached slowly, with a cold smirk.
What does it matter to me if you were just following orders? All I know is that you were involved in the attack against me, isn't that enough? Besides, I don't see any value in you.
The person immediately said, "Waldo, Waldo, I have value! I have supplies in my backpack that you can take, and I also have important information to offer."
However, Waldo didn't find any of these appealing.
But when the lackey mentioned having valuable information, he became slightly interested.
