Retreat!
Retreat immediately!
While the main force is still intact, before Song Heping's reinforcements arrive, escape this damned meat grinder! Rationality screams frantically.
But another voice, louder and crazier, explodes in his mind: Leave silently just like that?
Mocked by the mercenary leader like a monkey? After paying such a heavy price?
No!
Absolutely not!
A gambler's blood burns in the veins.
That fierce and arrogant smile crawls back onto Don's twisted face, but this time, the smile only holds madness and a desire to destroy everything.
He seems to see the head of Song Heping, which he personally twisted off, the only medal to wash away shame!
"Yarif!"
