"Separate? What do you mean?"
"You two should leave now."
Lin Yi glanced at Zhang Long, "Your identity isn't fully exposed. You can go to the embassy or take a plane by yourself. Neither option is too dangerous."
Then Lin Yi turned to Sambalo and said:
"You're the same. You've got a billion dollars in your pocket, enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Let's part ways here and act separately."
"I'm not leaving!" Zhang Long said quietly, his gaze firm and unwavering.
"Not leaving?"
Lin Yi chuckled and said, "You want to stay here and celebrate the New Year with me?"
"I'm not leaving until you're completely out of danger."
"This isn't the time for stubbornness. You have to go. In a few days, we'll meet in China."
"At this point, I can't let you pave the way for me anymore." Zhang Long grabbed a piece of bread and started eating it in big bites:
"Until you're out of here, there's no way I'm leaving. Unless you shoot me dead."
"I'm not leaving either."
"Hmm?"
