"Governor, you're doing the right thing. We've come so far, and we're already so close to our goal. If we help Wu Jingzhong get released, won't all our previous efforts be in vain?"
With the encouragement of his few subordinates, Lan Weisong immediately steeled his heart.
Soldiers who did not want to be generals were not good soldiers! Since he had already come this far, he might as well roll up his sleeves and do it!
At the Wu family residence, Nangong Nuannuan, who had just hung up the video call, looked at Zhou Wei and said, "You're an abandoned child now. Your superior isn't protecting you anymore. So, you should just tell us whoever instructed you to do this. If you tell us, we might give you another chance."
Zhou Wei's face was ashen. He wanted to tell them, but he did dare to say the words.