After walking for more than an hour, they encountered three more corpses. This mortality rate was indeed quite careless about human life.
Xiao Feng glanced at the man behind him, who had fallen to the ground with a sunken chest, and asked nonchalantly, "For working so hard, the reward must be generous, right?"
Hu Zhenqing chuckled bitterly, "Not really generous. Each of us gets only three million, with another two million after the task is done. Actually, everyone knows we're just here to die for the foreigners."
"If you know it's a death mission, then why did you still come?" Lu Yao asked, puzzled.
Hu Zhenqing's smile grew more bitter as he replied, "Some of us are deep in debt because of gambling, others are fugitives, living their lives on the run.
Everyone is thinking of making a fortune, then living the rest of their life comfortably, just getting by. We all know that more than half of us won't make it, but each believes they will be among the lucky few who survive."
