"Mr. Han Xiao, I am formally making a request of you." Donald used an honorific.
Jiang Yan Hai was somewhat surprised to hear this. They were giving him considerable face.
"Mr. Donald, go ahead." Jiang Yan Hai's tone turned serious as well.
"If you can do it, please help us restore peace to this country. If you can, your Blood Wolf Mercenary Group will be the Republic of Evia's eternal friend. In addition, we can pay you a commission of one hundred million dollars. This will be solely for you."
"As for the rest, we have already reached an agreement with the other side. Now it depends on you. If you agree, we can pay the money in advance." Donald's tone was extremely earnest.
Clearly, they had already seen hope in Jiang Yan Hai—the hope of restoring their country's former peace. Although someone might be backing this matter from behind the scenes, without other nations getting involved, their government forces alone could not deal with these Rebel Army forces.
Jiang Yan Hai's appearance gave them that hope, another way to resolve the problem. Donald and the others understood very well that whether it was the Rebel Army or those terrorist organizations, the truly frightening ones were their leaders.
Otherwise, after 9/11, the United States would not have spent so many years and such enormous resources eliminating that organization's leader.
As for these Rebel Army forces, if Jiang Yan Hai handled things this way and succeeded, their collapse would be inevitable. As long as they did not have sufficient strength, the government forces would have a way to retake all their territory.
Once the territory was recovered, everything afterward would be much easier to handle. Whether it was settling old scores or anything else, it would all be easy to resolve.