"Don't get too excited. The number of survivors is too big. Trojan will be doing a big cleanup." Bermudagrass or not, Tang Zheng couldn't help but be envious of Miranda's good fortune. Having a healing ability was too important for a team.
"Yeah, it's necessary to do some elimination, kill off all those who are weak, have no prospects, and don't obey orders." Miranda didn't hide anything from Tang Zheng, treating him as a confidant. "You shouldn't be soft-hearted. From what I know, every team leader is doing the same, trying to train their team into the strongest possible."
"You know about the Holy Land?" Tang Zheng's gaze shifted to the front.
A 21 or 22-year-old girl walked over, carrying a handbag, with half an inch long painted purple nails, a down jacket upper body, tight pants, and a black mini skirt that barely covered her thighs. To get Tang Zheng's attention, she clacked her over-knee boots on purpose.
