[You are going to die on this day, but don't worry, you will be safe. Just continue to drive with confidence. You will be saved. Only when you are dead can the people behind this be unearthed. You can spend as much time as you want to avenge yourself. Now tell me one thing. Do you want to be my dog and do what I tell you to?]
Faith's body trembled with so much joy when she heard that familiar voice and the promise of being saved. She didn't know how the other party knew about her precarious situation. She was happy that she would be saved. As for being called a dog, when facing death, she was willing to be called worse.
When it comes to survival, who truly cares about the identity that one carries?
Without hesitation, she readily agreed, "I will be your dog your lackey and whatever. Just help me revenge myself!" she said determinately, her eyes flashing murderously.
The other party chuckled heartily before responding, [Good. Now give me a good death!] before the call ended.
