It looks like there are a lot of people, but there are more than that. At least half of them...

Mo Fan looked at the mercenaries and became angry again.

"I'll trade these people for you." The big black man said in blunt Chinese, "You won't suffer any loss."

"You leave, I will let him go in three days!" Mo Fan remained unmoved.

Seeing that Mo Fan was not fooled, the black man's face became a little angry and he winked at his subordinates.

There were two clicks, and the two militiamen fell into a pool of blood.

Mo Fan's eyes suddenly turned red: "How dare you?!"

"Of course I dare." The big black man sneered: "You only have one hostage, but I have so many. If you don't exchange, I will kill several in a minute."

"I'll kill him now!" Mo Fan was anxious.

The big black man said casually: "Kill him, and I will let these people die in front of you one by one."

Seeing the hesitation on Mo Fan's face, the big black man became even more determined and waved his hand.

With two gunshots, two more militiamen fell down.

"Messenger, don't worry about us!" Basong shouted loudly: "The master will avenge us."

A young man behind Basong whispered: "Uncle Basong, isn't that man very powerful? Why don't you come back to save us?"

"You are not allowed to be disrespectful to the master." Basong turned around and said angrily: "The master has given you to us, what else do you want? His power is beyond your imagination."

"Yes, the master is very busy. Maybe he just didn't have time to come back." The militiamen who had dedicated their faith to Zuo Han all agreed.

But more importantly, there are still doubts from the non-believer militias. It's not that they are dissatisfied with Zuo Han, they just don't like the respect others have for Zuo Han, especially in this critical moment.

Listening to the arguments of the militiamen, Mo Fan became even more angry.

He would rather die than have Zuo Han be questioned.

Zuo Han is my teacher and my god. You can't talk about it casually.

But now...
Chapter completed!