No survivors. They were all eliminated.
Whistling, Xia Liang walked over to the Hummer in the middle of the convoy, opened the door, and quipped, "Countrymen meeting countrymen, tears fill their eyes. The ancients never lied to me."
The traitor was huddled in a corner, his face streaming with tears and snot. There was even a snot bubble coming from his nose—a truly nauseating sight.
"D-don't kill me! I'll give you anything you want! A thousand US dollars! Yes! They gave me a thousand US dollars, and I'll give it all to you."
Seeing his pathetic state, Xia Liang opened the car door, snapped his ankle cuffs, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him out. "A thousand US dollars? Tsk, tsk, tsk... Impressive! That's quite a sum of money."
Xia Liang mimicked counting money while scoffing internally.
This damned thousand US dollars isn't even as high as my monthly salary.
