He glanced at the soldier beside him and said, "Untie him."
Wang Lichen immediately ordered the soldiers to untie the rope around Harriman's wrists.
"Thanks."
Harriman took a deep breath and bowed to Lin Feng, "You've come to me hoping I'll do something?"
"It's very simple."
Lin Feng smiled and pointed to the open space, saying, "Run with me."
? ? ? ? ?
What's the meaning?
Running with you?
Is it really that simple?
"What, you don't want to?"
Lin Feng's smile vanished, and his tone turned cold.
He glanced at his watch, pulled out a pocket watch from his pocket, and pushed it against the bridge of his nose: "It's getting late. If you run well, I'll not only provide you with food, but I'll also treat you like a treasure."
Harriman stared at Lin Feng.
As a wealthy man from Europe, Harriman had met many Europeans in Britain and even interacted with many European nobles.
He knew very well that this young commander was no benevolent person.
"Should we run or not?" Lin Feng urged.
"Run!" Harriman answered through gritted teeth.
Lin Feng smiled and said, "Okay, let's get started then."
He stood up, stretched his muscles and limbs, and said, "Remember, I'll run in front, and you chase after me."
"Don't forget to shout 'Catch that guerrilla! We must catch him! He got away yesterday! Catch him! Catch him!'"
A familiar feeling welled up in Harriman's heart.
He finally remembered.
Not long ago, some idiot started harassing them at the south gate every day!
They run all night long!
He exhausted his subordinates to the point of near collapse...
Harriman clenched his fist tightly, his eyes reddening.
It's you!
"Run! What are you standing there for?"
Lin Feng started running, and Harriman sighed helplessly before taking off.
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