"Can he survive?"
Shuoyu raised his head and looked at him. The sparse moonlight above their heads made everything around them sparkle except themselves.
"Do you want to save him?"
"Do you have a solution? People are already like this."
"Do you want to save him?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course I want to save him!"
They squatted facing each other, but did not look at each other. They looked at Li Ula with the same expression.
"What can you offer to save him? Meng Fanle exchanged his life for my leg. What can you offer me in exchange for Brother Lian Sheng's life?"
"You're not kidding me, are you? I mean, can you really save him?"
"I can, but what can you spend to save him?"
"I...I have a lot of money."
“That’s not enough.”
"I have a life too. If I give you my life, what should I do for you? Clean up your shit and pee?"
"You don't need to do anything. Just listen to me. You have to do whatever I tell you to do."
"I'm really going to sell my life to you."
Shuo Yu smiled. At least the guy in front of him, the guy who had always longed for victory, didn't have to die anymore. This was good. He hadn't heard enough of him talking. Heilongjiang was too far away from him. The Liaoning accent was closer to him.
Milong looked at Li Wula who was spitting blood from his mouth. Human life was at stake and he could not hesitate any longer. So after cursing him eight times as a bastard, seven times as a tiger, six times as "it's my turn", and five times as a fool, he gritted his teeth and pressed his red handprint on Shuoyu's document.
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