"What does it matter if a hundred people die, as long as we can take down Bai Chenyao!"
The young man wasn't just breaking out in a cold sweat; his whole body's blood seemed to freeze in an instant.
He hadn't really considered this and couldn't even dare to believe it.
But listening to Old Jin say it himself, the young man's eyes widened enormously, almost freezing for three seconds.
The drunk Old Jin glanced at him, issuing a cold warning.
"This information cannot be leaked, or else... not only you, but even your family, the Boss won't spare any of you!"
Though the young man was extremely angry, he still nodded quickly.
"Don't worry, since you call me Uncle, when it's time to retreat, I'll take you with me!"
A grateful and obliged expression appeared on the young man's face, which alternated between being pale and red.
"Uncle Lao Jin, my life is in your hands now!"
Realizing he had misspoken, Old Jin felt somewhat reassured after hearing the young man's words.
