"Spare us, Brother, we're just holding hostages, don't kill us, spare us, Brother."
"Spare us..."
"Spare us..."
The hostages, threatened by Zhang Su, knelt down and begged for mercy first. Several women pleaded bitterly, and two teenage boys also kowtowed in fear.
Zhang Su remained unmoved, disregarding what the children and women did. His gaze was fixed firmly on the few men holding guns in the group.
Through brief contact, he could determine that not everyone on the other side were combatants. Only about nine of them had received systematic training, the official combatants of the Dragon Head Camp, while the others had some skills but were not enough, likely self-defense capable logistics personnel.
"Profit and loss, benefits in the Dragon Head Camp, naturally we stay, danger, can't we leave? You stand on some moral high ground to criticize us, what right do you have?"
One man spoke indignantly.
