The wickedness of human hearts was fully displayed at this moment. All Gao Yi wanted was to survive, but this Joelson was seeking death—only he intended to use his colleagues as a cushion for his fall.
What a coward, a truly despicable coward, Joelson was.
But Gao Yi was also a man pushed to the edge of a cliff. At this life-or-death juncture, collaboration was just a thought and a word away.
"Alright, let's collaborate. What should we do?"
Gao Yi didn't know the specifics of Joelson's situation, but since they were going to collaborate, leadership was handed over to Joelson. In moments like these, doing these sorts of things, Gao Yi had always dared to delegate authority.
"Let me get up, let me sit up!"
Joelson reached out his hand; he had been lying in the car, and now he demanded to sit up—a simple request that Gao Yi naturally fulfilled immediately.
Gao Yi removed the foot that had been on Joelson's body and reached out to pull his arm, helping him to sit up.