Zhao Yang sighed and said, "Well, you are pitiable folks, but I do not feel sorry for killing your companions, because you were the ones who fired first, and you've been chasing us all night long, forcing us to hide like stray dogs!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiuer suddenly exclaimed in surprise, looking at Zhao Yang in amazement.
Zhao Yang smiled at Zhang Xiuer, patted her fragrant shoulder, and said, "It's okay, everything is over now. They paid a heavy price for hunting us, out of a dozen people only two are left..."
As Zhao Yang said this, another cry of surprise sounded, this time from the translator beside him.
The translator suddenly stood up and said to Zhao Yang, "Mr. Zhao, I, um, I have an urgent matter, here's your three thousand, I don't want a cent, I need to leave now…"
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the sniper suddenly rise, forcefully pressing him back into his seat, a fierce murderous intent shining in his eyes!
