He knew all too well just how absurd and shameless some missions could be.
Besides, his superiors didn't care about the process, only whether the outcome met the mission's requirements.
Jit Tianlin glanced at Zhai Shijiang, finished drawing the fluid into the syringe, and started toward Ling'er. "Hurry up and do it," he said.
Hearing this, Zhai Shijiang had no choice but to follow, heading for Zhang Deming nearby.
Zhang Deming kept his eyes slightly narrowed, listening to their conversation.
Seeing he couldn't play dead any longer, the instant the two men knelt to inject him, the surrounding vines shot out like lightning and rapidly ensnared them.
The moment they made contact, Zhang Deming let out a sigh of relief.
'Thankfully, they're only semi-ordinary. Their physical conditioning isn't too absurd. In terms of pure physical strength, dealing with them won't be difficult.'
