"And we all understand very well that those bastards will try everything they can to defeat you. I can only do my best to warn them, but I can't ensure they will keep their promise,"
Bruchet said with a sincere look on his face.
Wang Chao nodded in agreement.
That was the best Bruchet could do.
He was just a high-end American director, after all, who communicated with them thanks to his connections, without the capability to control what they do, ah.
Moreover, to those terrorist organizations, if they truly agreed to Bruchet's request and participated in such a Death Game, there were only two objectives.
One was that it was very special, entertaining.
The other was that every single one of them wanted to eliminate Wang Chao.
Wang Chao sat quietly, seemingly lost in thought, and then smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.
"That's just fantastic."
Bruchet almost jumped up in his humor, continuously high-fiving Wang Chao.
