"Quan Laoda, hand over the stuff!" Huangfu Zheng looked at the somewhat disheveled man before him, his voice chilly.
"Heh, I really didn't expect to be honored with both the Crimson Dragon and Cheetah teams joining forces against me," Quan Laoda said with a sinister smile as he looked at the two people in front of him, all of it overshadowed by darkness.
What else could he say? The AF members were in front, the cliff behind, and death awaited him on both sides, unable to carry on living. What could he do if China's two toughest teams were out to capture him? He had no choice but to surrender.
"Quit the crap and hand it over," Huangfu Zheng's finger was on the trigger, his eyes sharply focused on Quan Laoda. It was because of him that they had been here for two or three days; otherwise, he could have spent these days warming up to his wife and keeping her company.
