At that time, Silly Biao deliberately shifted his position to stand in front of Long Fei.
"Fifth Master," he charged at Gao Wushan, "it cannot be Brother Long. He doesn't even have a cellphone on him, how could he possibly betray you?"
Gao Wushan furrowed his brows, having considered this as well.
Silly Biao continued, "If you're going to kill him, then kill me too! Fifth Master, there aren't many brothers left who value loyalty. Why would you suspect Brother Long?"
Long Fei patted his shoulder, "Silly Biao, step aside! Since Fifth Master doesn't trust me, there's nothing more to say. Fifth Master, if you must kill, then kill! The days I've spent with you have been exhilarating, I have no regrets."
Gao Wushan's lips twitched, unable to make a decision at that moment.
It was then that his cellphone rang.
Three cellphones, three numbers.
The last number was known only to his trusted subordinates.
