"Damn it, he still hasn't said anything? You are the worst mercenaries I've ever met. This is the most useless questioning I've ever seen!" Someone raged in English outside. This was already the third day. His patience was on the brink of exploding.
The man with a beard grown to his chest glanced at the government official who was shouting furiously. A hint of viciousness flashed past his sinister eyes. "Oh, it looks like your government has an idea. In that case, I will hand him over to you."
The man was wearing a long white robe and white wide-legged pants. He looked like he was from Central Asia. He raised his hand and a few mercenaries wearing desert camouflage bulletproof vest walked over. All of them were bulky and carrying AK47 assault rifles. They stood behind the man.
