"Wow, big brother is really cool." An Ning, who always had a runny nose, seemed to never know what worry was. She happily looked at Tang Zheng's wristwatch and asked, "Are you Iron Man?"
"An Ping, help me clean up the battlefield," Tang Zheng said, patting An Ning's head. He didn't answer her question but walked towards the injured people.
"In the Wasteland, robberies like this are all too common," Gao Wei said as he helped the bandaged Little Pavel walk over. The sadness on Little Pavel's face was unspeakable.
"In less than a day, almost 140 people have died. It's too cruel," Gao Yu chimed in, trying to sound empathetic. He wanted to ask Tang Zheng for some supplies but didn't know how to broach the topic.
"None of the injuries are severe. Everyone will live."
Apart from Tang Zheng and Gao Wei, none of the others cared about these inspection results. Gao Yu grew impatient and said, "Can we just hurry up and sell the supplies and head back? Trojan can heal any injury."
