Conflict
"Elisa, Elisa, where the hell have you gone, you bitch? Get over here and protect me!"
BOOM!
"I almost got killed! Hey, hey, I can't hear anything. What are you saying? God, this place is hell! I hate it here!"
"Damn mercenaries! I'm going to kill you!"
Clang, clang, clang... Rat-tat-tat... Clink, clank, clink...
It was as if Schulman were sitting inside a blacksmith's shop. The place was deafeningly noisy.
"..."
Li Bai's head was full of question marks.
Clearly, Schulman was in the middle of a raging battle and had no time to answer him.
Li Bai couldn't understand what could possibly have made the people from Michael Defense Contractors and the mercenaries who had been following them start fighting so fiercely that things had gotten completely out of hand.
And yet, the satellite phone's signal was astonishingly good. Schulman was crawling around with the phone in his arms, but the call was still connected.
"Huh? Why are we still on the call?"
When Schulman realized this, he discovered that Li Bai hadn't hung up. He was probably still listening in. With nothing left to lose, Schulman clutched the satellite phone and shouted, "Li Bai, you're listening, aren't you? Those mercenaries have gone crazy! They won't listen to me, and they even dared to attack us first!"
He had absolutely no idea that he was the one to blame.
Just half an hour ago, Schulman had casually grabbed a handful of Somali shillings and sent an "Apostle" soldier to get rid of the mercenaries. Somehow, after a few words went wrong—perhaps their pride wouldn't let them accept charity—the two sides had started fighting on the spot.
At first, both sides had shown some restraint, using only their fists and feet. They hadn't even brought out weapons like daggers