The leader was petrified.
Wang Wen smiled at his four teammates and comforted the leader, "Actually, if you really think it's unfair, there's another way. If you commit suicide now, you won't have to compete with the old man in terms of longevity, right?"
The leader pulled a long face.
Finally, he obediently walked to the side of the fruit and said, in a heavy tone, "Old man, I was wrong. It was all my fault. You can beat or punish me, but my life will be in your hands. Please take care of your health!"
Wu Weizhi snorted and turned his head, ignoring him.
The leader's temper improved dramatically. He took some bottles from the drone and stuffed them into the old man's hands, his face solemn. "These are tonics to strengthen your body and improve your health. Take all of them. I will rely on you for the rest of my life."