"Great!" Seeing that Ye Feng was so decisive, Makuko no longer needed to hold back. The goal had been achieved, and it was better to sign the contract and make money as soon as possible.
"Give the phone to Pete, I'll handle the rest."
Ye Feng had the phone on speakerphone, and when he heard the name Pete, the leading officer automatically stepped forward and snatched Ye Feng's phone away.
After nodding and bowing a few times in agreement, he handed the phone back to Ye Feng.
Afterwards, he led Ye Feng and the others to prepare to board the plane...
Before leaving, Ye Feng gave Salra, Baltz, and the others one last instruction...
"Remember what I said! Live well! In our lifetime... we will meet again! Go back now!"
After saying that, he climbed up the rope ladder without looking back...
"Be careful, sir!..."
"You must come back to visit us often!"
"We will live well!"
......
The entire Baija tribe knelt on the ground, and the Masa tribe raised their hands to wave goodbye to Ye Feng and the others on the plane...
Inside the cabin, soldiers whose faces were barely visible surrounded Ye Feng and his companions, as if afraid they would escape.
This scene reminded Ye Feng of the way those burly men in suits had stared at him when he participated in the game.
Ye Feng closed his eyes and rested his head against the cold, hard window, as if he were dozing off, thinking, or resigned to his fate.
Seeing that he showed no sign of panic, Fu Changxiong asked quietly, "Brother, are we... really going to be alright?"
This is actually the question everyone wants to ask. They all have money now and really don't want to participate in that bloody game where life is almost always at stake anymore.
Ye Feng didn't open his eyes, but simply spoke calmly... "Don't worry, Makuko wants me. You are dispensable to him."
"Don't overthink it. If I say you're all okay, then you're definitely okay. When have I ever lied to you?"
Upon hearing this, everyone's tense expressions eased somewhat.
But then, Liu Sisi asked worriedly, "Brother Feng, what... what are you going to do?"
"Sigh..." Ye Feng sighed deeply. "People always have to pay for their actions. Since we're here, let's just accept it. Don't bother me, I need to sleep for a while."
Everyone frowned, wondering why Ye Feng could remain so calm.
When it comes to hating that killing game, Ye Feng used to hate it even more than they did.
But then they thought about it again... and realized, what's the use of panicking now?
Ye Feng had no way out at this moment; the trap set for him by Makuko was simply unsolvable.
They would either be taken away and executed for war crimes, a crime for which the state had no way to protect them.
They either have to compromise with Makuko and participate in the next round of the game. It's clearly a dead end.
The helicopter flew for an unknown amount of time, and when the loud engine noise stopped, Ye Feng and his group had already arrived at that familiar rooftop.
This is the place they came to after the last game ended.
However, there was no welcoming ceremony this time; instead, there were clowns holding guns standing on both sides of the rooftop.
Ye Feng and his group were all woken up and disembarked from the plane.
Seeing the dozens of figures in front of him, Ye Feng couldn't help but chuckle...
"Makuko is getting more and more cowardly as he gets older. He sent so many people to guard me. Is he afraid I'll run away?"
No one answered his words...
Soon, they took the sightseeing elevator and arrived at the office where they had received the award.
Markuco, the Ugly King, and three yellow-nosed clowns holding guns are standing side by side in the office...
The door wasn't closed, but Peter didn't go in immediately; instead, he bowed...
"Sir, I've brought the person. What should we do with him?"
These words startled Ye Feng. The other party was the Brazilian government army, yet they were behaving so servilely towards a businessman from Merrick.
It seems the saying "money makes the world go round" is even more applicable abroad.
Makuko turned his head and casually waved at him...
"You can go down now, I'll take care of things here."
"Yes." Peter nodded respectfully, pushed Ye Feng inside, and closed the door.
Ye Feng glanced at the three clowns, who were also staring at him.
Ye Feng saw a chilling killing intent in the eyes hidden beneath the other person's face paint.
He'd seen that look in his eyes more than once...
"Is Boss Makuko afraid I'll take you hostage? He's even sent mercenaries. I'm afraid even if I did that, I wouldn't be able to leave this building."
Makuko lit a cigar and asked with some curiosity, "Eh? How did you know they were mercenaries?"
Ye Feng casually pointed to a few people... "Callusted hands, straight backs, and neat rows. Although they were all covered in paint, their sharp, murderous eyes couldn't lie..."
These characteristics are exactly the same as those of the mercenaries who chased me back then. I think... these three people should be at least level 8.
"Clap clap clap!" Makuko, with a cigar in his mouth, grinned, revealing his slightly yellowed teeth, and clapped his hands happily.
He pointed at Ye Feng with the cigarette in his hand, but then turned to the Ugly Emperor with pride and said, "Look, look... this is my clever and unique money tree."
Just a few glances and you could guess their identities, hahaha... Brother Ye Feng, based on this alone, I think you really nailed the frame design this time! You're a true talent!
"Hmph..." Ye Feng snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied... "So, I should thank you?"
Makuko chuckled and pulled a folder from under the boss's desk drawer, pushing it to the opposite side of the table.
"Now that you're already involved, let's not waste any more time and just sign it."
I don't need to explain the consequences of war crimes to you, do I?
Ye Feng walked forward a few steps, picked up the contract and looked at it. It was no different from what he had expected.
A new contract, titled "Break Through the Siege," has been signed, but the second party's number of matches has increased to three...
"Hehe..." Upon seeing this, Ye Feng was so angry that he laughed. This old fox... really intends to use him until he dies.
This kind of game almost cost him his life in the wild just once. If he hadn't met so many capable friends, even if Zhuge Liang were alive today, he probably wouldn't have survived.
Now Markuco is making him play three times, and he hasn't even asked for payment or appearance fee like last time. What a capitalist thing to do...
Ye Feng, holding the contract and pen, turned and walked to a corner of the office, dragged a chair over and sat down opposite Makuko, their eyes meeting.
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