Zhang Beixing is not a traditional person. While the bond between comrades is indeed important in his heart, it's not necessary to maximize losses over an utterly unbeatable enemy.
"Are you their helper?"
Leng Bing subconsciously tightened his grip on the hand that was shaking Jack's, and instantly a trickle of blood flowed down Jack's neck.
But what Leng Bing didn't expect was that the middle-aged man wasn't worried in the slightest and instead directly sat down on the chair opposite Leng Bing.
"If you want to do it, do it quickly. I really don't care if they live or die."
"No, you can't do this! Back then I provided considerable help to your organization, you're here this time under the orders of your organization, right?"
Rose, sitting to the side, suddenly screamed hysterically, as if it was difficult to accept that this was the final outcome.
"I didn't expect there to be a Great Grandmaster within the DE Organization!"
