"Are you referring to those black-clothed special agents? We've slaughtered dozens of them. As long as you use the right methods, they can be killed. There's no need to sacrifice lives to escape!" Tang Zheng slightly exaggerated the numbers, but the black-clothed agents, while formidable, hadn't reduced the Japanese to half their numbers. Other than looking down on them, his intention was to give the Japanese, especially their little mustached leader, the impression of incompetence. His intent, death.
Indeed, the Japanese newcomers started to doubt, after all, no one is stupid enough to follow an incompetent group leader into darkness. Especially when Tang Zheng mentioned the sacrifice of lives, it made them think.
"I never considered them as cannon fodder; I want to take them back alive." The little mustache's face darkened. Seeing Tang Zheng's innocent expression, implying no sarcasm towards him, he thinks he might have misjudged him and was about to explain.
