"Boss, I'm not leaving."
Just as Lu Tianxing finished speaking, Little Bee was the first to declare, "I've lived so long; if I die, so be it. What's the big deal? I've already enjoyed everything there is to enjoy, so why be afraid of death."
"Boss, you saved my life, so I'm not leaving either."
"That's right, Boss. We are brothers. We may not be born the same year, same month, and same day, but we will die in the same year, same month, and same day."
"Exactly, we are brothers. United we stand, and nothing can break us. Besides, there's no certainty we will lose to them this time. The outcome is still uncertain!"
The voices resonated in the room, filled with resolution and decisiveness. Each face bore a cold and solemn expression. They were all members of the Netherworld Mercenary Corps, a group that never leaves one behind.
Listening to the undeniable tone around him, Lu Tianxing took a deep breath but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his gaze to Angel.
