At the hilltop, the devotee turned to Ye Wanwan after he saw the group of mercenaries entering the factory. “Boss, that’s a bunch of exotic people, huh.”
“I’ve never seen such strange mercenaries before.” Spray of Flowers nodded.
“A bunch of fools,” The brick-moving foreigner said in a serious tone.
Iceberg man: “En.”
At this moment, the corners of Ye Wanwan’s lip started twitching.
“Boss Ye, did you bring us here to act in a show or watch a show?” The devotee was confused.
Nameless Nie and the others still had no idea of Ye Wanwan’s plan.
“It’s like this – our mission this time is to save that group of mercenaries,” Ye Wanwan explained.
“Save that group of mercenaries?” Spray of Flowers was doubtful.
“Boss Ye, those mercenaries seemed to be going in to wreck the place. Do they even need us to rescue them?” the devotee asked.
Nameless Nie and the others didn’t know but Ye Wanwan knew very well how much they needed help; in her previous life, this group of mercenaries was mostly wiped out at this very spot.
There were several highly-trained experts keeping watch inside that factory, awaiting their arrival.
“How troublesome. I don’t want to rescue them,” Spray of Flowers said.
Brick-moving foreigner: “I’m hungry… feel like eating sh*t.”
Iceberg man: “…”
“Each person gets an additional thousand bucks!” Ye Wanwan had no choice but to resort to this.
Spray of Flowers and the devotee’s eyes glistened instantly.
Devotee: “Boss Ye, how do we rescue them?”
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