Conform to the arrangement
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Faced with such a crisis, Qiao Gun strut forward with an ugly expression. If he didn't stand up for his own people, then undoubtedly he will lose their respect!
"Diaz! Release your gun immediately. Do you want to start a war with us before slaying the trolls?"
Diaz answer came in the form of slow but distinct words, forced out between his teeth.
"I SAID, BURY, YOUR, SPIT, NOW!"
Qiao Gun unyieldingly refuted him.
"Then first release him! Anyone who has a gun pointed to his throat, wouldn't have the guts to do anything else!"
After speaking, he shot Gale a look which caused Gale to slowly recline. Scared witless, he then started searching for his spit, as Diaz's malicious glare penetrated his back like a needle. Until Gale obediently buried his spit did Diaz retract his gun, and took off with big strides.