Zheng Dafa sighed, "Mr. Ren, right now, Wang Jinsou indeed doesn't know about the situation here. But if you use the slip-up I've shown you to make a trade with him, and make him pay a price, I will eventually die for sure. Even if you help remove the bomb from me, it won't help. I am his slave, my life is firmly in his hands."
Ren Zhong raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Quite stubborn, a loyal dog. Then you can go..."
Zheng Dafa hurriedly said, "No! Mr. Ren, wait a minute! Don't get excited! I haven't finished speaking!"
"Then what do you mean?"
Zheng Dafa: "I just want to express my difficulties to you, Mr. Ren, and hope you can understand me a bit."
One option had a 99% chance of dying in the future, and the other was a 100% immediate death. Weighing the lesser of two evils, Zheng Dafa didn't need to think to know what to choose.
Mr. Ren's impatience is terrifying. Speaking without catching a breath, the person might be gone.
