"So powerful!" Watching piles of spider corpses and realizing that Tang Zheng and his team were responsible, Mei Jueye clenched his fists. Although he hated to admit it, he knew he was no match for them. "I have to get stronger."
He was a man of his word, quickly returning to practice his shooting skills. Despite the pain in his body caused by the posture of holding the gun, he endured it.
"Wait, I remember collapsing outside a club, I didn't enter a teleportation gate. How did I end up in the ancient times? And it seems like my wounds healed too quickly, did someone help me? No, Tang Zheng and his team would never do that, nor would ordinary people. They would just send me to prison or a hospital. That leaves the Indian squad, but why didn't they kill me?" The high school student, panting heavily, paused for a moment to think. "Are they trying to use me create chaos for Tang Zheng? That makes sense."
