Zhang Su's roar echoed in everyone's ears.
He didn't bother to pay attention to Zhang Zhikai, who was curled up on the ground. That guy wasn't worth mentioning. What he needed now was to process this matter, making everyone aware of the seriousness of the situation!
"I... I..." Yang Liehuo looked at Zhang Su, then at the familiar faces of the Reserve Team, and finally at the son of his old acquaintance lying on the ground, tangled up beyond measure.
In his heart, he knew Zhang Su was right. But knowing and doing were separated by a chasm. He had once thought Zhang Zhikai would strive to succeed, yet Zhikai took advantage of his tolerance without restraint, and managing him had become an overwhelming task...
"Report, Brother Zhang, may I say something?"
At this moment, a middle-aged woman in the Reserve Team raised her hand and said.
