"I'm in." Dantai Zongqi put on a steel helmet and wore bulletproof protective clothing. Why wouldn't he take part in a business that's bound to make a profit? As a special agent, he didn't concern himself with morality or kindness - what mattered was the gain. Moreover, he was fighting against Russians, so he felt no pressure at all.
"I'll join too." Gao Yu was initially hesitant, but as soon as he saw others taking initiative and making their positions clear, even persuading Gao Wei, he chimed in, "Come on, Old Gao. It's not like we're fighting against our people. Besides, how can we go home without any bottle caps? We can't compare to Tang Zheng."
Old Gao sighed, conceding at last.
Hearing these responses, a relieved smile spread across the face of the Wasteland-born man. Well, that's how it is. If you try to play the good guy in a survival-of-the-fittest world, wouldn't that be stupid?
