No one wants to be hunted, always scared even when sleeping. If seven million can solve the problem, I believe they wouldn't refuse.
The question is, can it really?
"Oh…" Li Ming saw the cripple's reply and pondered, "Do they know of my existence?"
Without any reason, the cripple wouldn't contact the other survivors. The Black Hole Network had retaliated before, but to no avail, unless there was new hope.
The only "hope" he could think of was himself.
This kid is really cunning, the cripple sighed, "I don't know. Many people don't even know your father, they just know there's a chance, perhaps to rid themselves of the trouble they carry."
Li Ming nodded secretly and continued, "Uncle cripple, the sooner this bullet arrives, the sooner the Black Hole Network's trouble will be resolved."
Originally, Li Ming had no intention of getting involved with the old, weak, sick, and disabled of the Black Hole Network.