"But if you handle things unfairly like this, giving to them and not to us, we won't thank you."
"No need," Li Yu said indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking.
Suddenly, someone in that group of people shouted at Li Yu, "You son of a bitch, hurry up and give us food, or we'll take it ourselves."
Right after he said that, the group seemed to fall silent for a few seconds.
After all, Li Yu and his people had guns. Cursing might provoke them.
Li Yu's gaze turned slightly cold, like looking at dead men, as he stared at the group.
He slowly spoke, "Really want the food?"
The people on the other side didn't catch the tone in Li Yu's voice, thinking he was really going to give it.
They hurriedly replied, "Yes."
"Yes."
"Then leave your lives here." Li Yu's face remained expressionless, his eyes devoid of emotion, calm as still water.
"Are you messing with us? Bastard!"
"Yeah, if you're not giving, just say so, don't tease us."
