Jiu Zhi looked at him as if he were looking at an idiot and said unkindly:
"Are you stupid? What are you even thinking? They would love it if we couldn't keep up with them, so why would they lend us gasoline?"
"These people are capable of murder on Juzi Island. The fact that we're still alive is just pure luck."
"It's really bad luck to have taken on this job; it's like my ancestors have brought a curse upon me."
Duanyan thought about how Ju Tianrui had furiously shot a refugee before; if they really angered him, they would definitely be killed too.
With just the fifteen of them, how could they ever stand against these professionally trained soldiers?
They wouldn't even be enough for a dish.
Thinking this, Duanyan broke into a cold sweat and said to Jiu Zhi:
"Then, big brother, should we go back while we still have some gasoline? If we reduce one vehicle, we might just barely make it back."
