"Gold mine?"
Jiang Feng's eyes flashed with gold light as he brought over the first aid kit.
"Are you really giving it to me?"
Song Heping sneered, "Do you think a gold mine would be of any use if you have an arterial bleed? You'd be better off burning more paper money for King Yama, it might be more effective."
It's not that Song Heping despised the gold mine.
He just found Hou Xing's behavior ridiculous.
Money can sometimes save your life.
But sometimes, it can't.
If the stray bullet had hit a major artery instead of a regular blood vessel just now, even if Hou Xing gave him a diamond mine, he still wouldn't be able to save him.
Hou Xing had the typical mentality of a nouveau riche.
Money.
Give money!
As long as you give money, anything can be done.
But in a place like Africa, bullets don't believe in cash.
Here, bullets are used to rob cash.
