The man who teleported in was a German about one meter seventy in height, around forty years old, with a sloppy beard and a gaunt face, lacking the robustness often associated with Europeans.
Tang Zheng's gaze swept openly across the room. In such moments, you couldn't afford to glance sideways; you had to project an unstoppable, fierce momentum. Only then would the other party not dare to treat him as a weakling to be easily slain and listed among the potential targets.
Tang Zheng needed intelligence, even if it was just the corpse of a slain teammate, as it could reveal useful information. Based on the combat environment, one could infer the enemy's fighting style and personal habits. When these fragmented aspects were added up, they could become an advantage, although the possibility of intentional deception by the opponent couldn't be ruled out.
