"Don't shoot! Whatever you want, we can provide it for you, don't hurt anyone!"
The captain couldn't risk it, since the higher-ups had given a strict command that not a hair on Fu Chi's head should be harmed. Any violation would be a major offense for the entire squad.
The backstory of this young man must not be simple.
Otherwise, those people over there wouldn't be so on edge.
Fu Mingxiu, gasping for breath, pulled Fu Chi back and demanded, "A car, get me one now."
Fu Chi looked down, his fingers stroking each other lightly.
There was almost no light in his eyes, his voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it, "Even if I gave you a plane, you'd still die."
Indifferent yet extremely arrogant and presumptuous.
This was the real face of this man.
He never took these people seriously.
