Chapter One Hundred Seventeen: Guarantee Not to Kill Him

Hearing the black man's self-introduction, Gao Yang said in a deep voice, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Harris. We are from the Satan Mercenary Corps, and I'm called Ram. Could you please clarify what you mean by 'stupid decision' and 'Land of Despair'?"

Harris laughed and said, "You're too late. There were over two hundred mercenaries guarding this place seven days ago, and there were people living in those tents. At the same time, there were beauties and camels to appreciate, if you catch my drift. But they've all pulled out, didn't know where they went since seven days ago. We still foolishly rushed here anyway, of course, just like the situation you guys ran into. However, we arrived here six days ago, which makes us even more unlucky than you. If we had come one day earlier, we wouldn't have to stay in this godforsaken place waiting to die."