Selfishness

The cowboy man withdrew his gaze and looked at Wu, saying in a low voice, "Sir's orders are to trap him, not let him escape, and not to injure him." He narrowed his eyes, "If we really wanted to kill him, do you think he could last this long against the three of us?"

"That's true," the boy said, stroking his chin in a manner that seemed learned.

Despite his taunting words, as No. 13, he was well aware of the strength of these three.

The top three from Deep Red were all present. If these three joined forces to kill someone, based on his own deductions, the number of people who could survive could be counted on one hand.

Perhaps there would be an opportunity in the future, but for now, the dark shadow before him was not worthy.

"Surrender, we in Deep Red have policies," No. 13 shouted, "We treat prisoners well!"

"Creak—"

The old wooden door opened, and Lin Wan'er walked out first, with Jiang Cheng following behind her, maintaining a distance he considered safe.

Fatty trailed behind Jiang Cheng with small steps, his eyes darting around curiously.

"How is it?" Lin Wan'er looked at Wu in the middle of the courtyard. "They should have told you everything I wanted to say. Are you satisfied with the price?"

"As long as you give up the door on him, the item I mentioned will be your compensation," Lin Wan'er's tone shifted, "But I hope you understand that my things are not easily obtained. During this period, you will be responsible for his safety," Lin Wan'er said, pointing at Jiang Cheng.

A few seconds later, a line of crooked blood characters appeared on the ground: "Give me the thing."

Lin Wan'er glanced at No. 13 in the corner. No.