Gao Yang wanted to just turn around and walk away; he was done with this mess. What else could he do? Just let it go cold.
Playing was one thing, but even big shots shouldn't mess around like this.
Gao Yang was here for revenge, not to volunteer his help with training people. Use them if they can be used; if not, to hell with it. After all, he never expected any assistance when he came to Syria in the first place.
However, just walking away was easier thought than done; he was still on their turf. Regardless, he couldn't do without their helicopter, so Gao had to at least consider their feelings.
Shrugging his shoulders, Gao said, "What else can be done? Do what needs to be done. Start picking people. It's impossible to get them ready for the battlefield in such a short time. First, select the people, then focus on training."
All the preparation methods Farouk had ready were now useless, which somewhat troubled him.
