Chapter 1206: Doubts
"Berg, Berg, you have to avenge me! I nearly fell to my death."
To the surprise of many, Lox, who had been sent flying thirty or forty meters, was still alive. A comrade helped him back, and he even had the energy to complain.
His raincoat was completely torn to shreds and could no longer keep out the rain. He was drenched from head to toe—or, more accurately, covered in muddy water.
The Black mercenary leader said irritably, "How come you're not dead yet?"
Taking revenge on their paymaster? Did Lox want to throw away his livelihood?
Some mercenary teams betrayed their employers and killed them, but without exception, their reputations were ruined from then on. Nobody would work with them, and they all ended up as bona fide bandits.
The Black mercenary leader would never let that happen to his team. Since they had chosen this line of work, they naturally had to hold on to steady, long-term business.
Which mattered more, short-term or long-term business? The answer was obvious.
"I got lucky!"
Lox grinned foolishly. Maybe the fall had scrambled his brains.
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. He'd escaped with his life, but he had still suffered internal injuries.
The moment he saw himself bleeding, he panicked and started yelling.
"Berg, I'm dying! I'm dying! Oh, God! Please send the rest of my money to Tina for me. I think there's one or two thousand euros left. Tell her I love her, and that she should find some bastard and get married soon. She shouldn't remember me for the rest of her life. And give Ravi a message from me: 'Fuck you, you black-hearted old bloodsucker!' Hahahaha!"
After delivering his last words, Lox laughed wildly