"Save me, please save me, I'll give you anything you want."
Yuan Hua wasn't dead. He had just been shot twice in the back; the bullets had not hit any vital areas. Li Feng, looking at Yuan Hua, who was still able to cry for help, thought to himself that good people die young, and the wicked live forever.
"Saving you isn't out of the question, but I need you to do something for me afterward."
Li Feng curled his lips as he looked at Yuan Hua.
At this point, Yuan Hua just wanted to save his own life. When Li Feng threw him a lifeline, he naturally didn't dare to refuse: "What do you want me to do?"
"You need to turn yourself in willingly."
Li Feng smiled as he looked at Yuan Hua, then turned his head toward the mercenaries: "Satellite phone."
Yuan Hua, clenching his teeth, looked at Li Feng.
"No way, if I turn myself in, I won't live past tomorrow."
As Yuan Hua spoke, he suddenly leaped up, but before he could make a move, there was the sound of a gunshot.
