After failing to secure the base, Chu Ge and the others ran for an hour or two before stopping.
They began to rest.
Chu Ge lay on the grass and asked, "How many Survival Points did you guys get?"
The fearsome performance of the One-Eyed Black Bear suddenly made him alert.
He couldn't be too reckless.
If they were to fail, it would be bad.
After all, the sea, land, and air battle was imminent.
He had to give his teammates another chance to grow stronger.
Everyone started to tally their Survival Points.
"I've got a little over five thousand."
"I should have 8700!"
"Impressive, but sorry, I've already got 10500!"
"I only have around six to six thousand five hundred."
"I have 8100 points."
People started to exchange information.
Even the person with the least had 2500 Survival Points, um, that was Local Snake, who picked up the extra points for the team.
Apart from him, everyone else had at least five thousand more Survival Points.
