The car created a long trail of dust in the desert.
Zhang Yong glanced back several times, then sat up straight and sighed helplessly, "They all caught up, let's head back to the highway. It's no use running in the desert."
Yang Yi turned the wheel, directing the car back onto the highway.
Xiao Ran looked back angrily and exclaimed, "These persistent bastards, mercenaries who don't value their lives at the sight of money, dammit! Damned mercenaries!"
"Hey, hey, I take offense to that. I'm a mercenary, but I'm not reckless for cash. If it really comes down to it, we should just dump this guy and forget about it. Otherwise, they'll keep coming wave after wave, and we'll eventually be done for. I don't care about my lousy life, but you don't want to die for a hundred million US dollars, do you?"
Xiao Ran said subconsciously, "That's not an option."
"Look, now who's being reckless for money?"
Xiao Ran retorted angrily, "That's different!"
