"No, they ran away!" Regarding Zhou Meng and his group, Tang Zheng could do nothing but sigh. After all, he had known them for at most a day and had spoken less than a hundred sentences; he had tried his best to win them over, but when faced with danger, they still chose to flee.
"Might as well use them as cannon fodder." Tang Zheng gave up hope on them; it's old classmates that are reliable, at least Rong He was good.
Dong Zixuan's expression was not very good. After all, those people were her colleagues, and their ungrateful behavior made her lose face. When she woke up, she had seen Zhao Dongtao carrying her to escape, not her colleagues. The policewoman understood that if it hadn't been for Tang Zheng's orders, nobody would have taken along this comatose burden.
"No need for thanks. Just try harder from now on; everyone is counting on you." Tang Zheng's lips curled into a smile, which caused his wound to pull, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.