"Miss Du, it's bad! We... we've encountered the rebel army!"
Gao Ning's body couldn't stop shivering, his face as pale as paper, watching the bodyguards being shot one by one, he almost regretted his decision to come to this godforsaken place in Africa.
Miss Du's face was equally pale at this moment, but she was much calmer than Gao Ning, and she asked:
"How many people do they have approximately?"
"Forty? Fifty... maybe sixty?"
Gao Ning's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his face filled with extreme panic, as he stammered.
Hearing his words, a trace of contempt flashed in Miss Du's eyes:
"Tell our people to avoid casualties as much as possible, those rebels are mainly after money, if it comes to it, we can compensate them to avoid disaster!"
Miss Du remained composed, her mind clear, but upon hearing her words, a look of anxiety flashed across Gao Ning's face:
