"Or maybe...some other jobs...earn some merit..."
Zhao Shanhe's eyes flashed, then he said, "I can't make that decision, I'll go back and discuss it with Vice Chief Officer An."
"Chief...please help us think of a way, I don't want to die...boo hoo hoo...I just floated a little..."
Someone next to him immediately covered his mouth, "Stop talking! Damn it, do you want to get us all killed!"
Zhao Shanhe snorted and walked out.
The prison door slammed shut, leaving the inside in complete darkness.
But no one was idle; everyone was actively racking their brains.
"What can we actually do for the Guardian?"
Everyone was pondering this question.
And very eagerly.
After Zhao Shanhe came out, he turned a corner.
Fang Che was waiting over there.
"How was it?"
"Basically settled." Zhao Shanhe was very excited, "We're about to have a group of free labor."
"Hehe..."
Fang Che chuckled, then said coldly, "Actually, I really want to kill them."
