Thumping heavily on his chest, the Caucasian named Oslav stared with eyes like a bull's, extending his hairy hand, beckoning to Li Yifei with a finger and said, "You have a few minutes to live, say your last words."
Li Yifei tilted his head, calmly looking at the other without joy or sorrow, as if watching an idiot.
Oslav frowned and continued, "Since you don't want to speak, fine, after I kill you and get the money, I'll buy you a beautiful coffin, with diamonds inlaid on it. Haha, no need to thank me, it's what I should do, and it won't cost much anyway!"
With a hundred million, he could completely leave the mercenary organization, find an island, and live comfortably for the rest of his life, without worrying about money.
"Hehe, your wish isn't bad." Li Yifei faintly smiled, ignoring him and turned his head towards the stands.
