Nate Schumacher sat comfortably in a chair within a room full of bullet holes and garbage, his feet propped on another chair. Next to him was a table covered with a snow-white tablecloth, adorned with a bouquet of flowers and a cup of coffee.
Nate picked up the coffee, took a gentle sip, and said softly, "Fighting from morning till night, only having the chance to enjoy coffee late at night, and then my mood is ruined by that bastard Ram—really a bastard!"
After speaking, Nate suddenly let out a long sigh and said slowly, "Satan is done for."
Sirte, who was just lying in the corner wrapped in a blanket, sat up and shouted, "Satan is done for?"
Nate nodded lightly and said in a deep voice, "Yes, Ram wants to hire us for a rescue mission, hmm, he's begging me."
Prince sat up, his face full of anger, and said, "That Ram guy is a shameless bastard, he'd beg us for help even if he had a splinter in his hand!"
