Li Banfeng, with a cigarette in his mouth, said: "Two hundred people is too much, can we settle for a hundred?"
"A hundred isn't quite enough..." The Peddler thought for a moment, and then shook his head slightly.
Li Banfeng said: "Isn't it almost New Year? If we can rescue even one, it's worth it."
The Peddler looked at Li Banfeng: "Let them have a good New Year?"
"Yes! A good New Year!"
The Peddler muttered softly: "There's a group of people who might not survive past New Year, their number isn't large, rescuing them would be suitable."
"How many are there?"
"Ten thousand."
"So many?" Li Banfeng's Dark Bridge could only hold a hundred at most, "If we were to rescue ten thousand people, wouldn't it require a hundred trips."
"A hundred trips?" The Peddler shook his head, saying, "Where would such good luck come from? If we manage one trip, we've already gained."
"Then rescue a hundred people?"
"No, if we rescue, we have to rescue them all."
