"This message is enough to pay for your life, but it isn't enough for you to stay here."
Su Mo gently set down the coded paper in his hand. His gaze was mild, yet carried an unquestionable resolve. "However, if you leave now and head to another rift, I can pretend I never met you. As a priest, finding a tribe in the surrounding rifts to take you in shouldn't be difficult."
Wang Qi's brows knitted tightly at this. His face was filled with unwillingness and helplessness. "Seriously, boss? You want me to start over in another rift?"
"I'm guessing that the moment I step out of this tent, Priest Tang Ma will appear and grind me to dust."
"Oh? You're quite clever."
A trace of surprise flashed through Su Mo's eyes before turning into a faint smile. "You really are clever, and you know how to read the situation. But in this wasteland world, every decision could mean the difference between life and death. Since you've already come this far, you should understand that once some things begin, there's no turning back."
Regardless of whether the information Wang Qi had given him was true or false, once his identity was acknowledged, there was only one possible outcome.
Perhaps when he had first arrived in the wasteland, he would have weighed the pros and cons of keeping Wang Qi, trying to turn the tables on the other races.
But now, there was clearly no longer any need for such painstaking methods.
"Fine. They don't care whether we betray them or leak their secrets, so why would you?"
Wang Qi pursed his lips and began taking out the things on his person.
"Actually, when I chose this path, I knew there was no possibility of turning back."
With that,
he pulled