Gao Yang wasn't a hero capable of charging in and out of an enemy army of a million, nor was he the kind of hero who'd risk his life for an acquaintance he'd met only once. The only reason he had decided on the spot to stay and take revenge for Fedor and Malik's deaths was that Gao Yang had been foolhardy again.
Gao Yang was always the type to act impulsively without regard for anything else, or he wouldn't have come to Africa. Spending all his savings just to play with guns in Africa was something only an abnormal person would do.
Sitting in the car, Gao Yang just blankly stared out the window. As the hot-headedness subsided and he calmed down, to say he didn't regret it would be a lie. The people who could remain resolute in the face of life and death weren't the likes of Gao Yang—they were saints.
Even though he felt some regret, it was utterly impossible for Gao Yang to give up on avenging Fedor and Malik. He was just having a moment of hesitation.