Is that Director Lin?

Yin Dong sighed helplessly, feeling like he had been living as a waste since encountering Tang Shu.

As soon as his voice fell, he saw a slender figure descend from the cliff using the green vines, holding a live wild chicken in hand.

"Brother Dong, thank you for your troubles."

"Lucky for you there's still something you aren't good at, otherwise where would that leave me as the team leader."

Yin Dong took the wild chicken, at first relieved, but then the thought of a grown man like himself being in charge of three meals a day made him somewhat cry with laughter.

"Really... it's enough to make one die of envy—"

Once he got past this, he was definitely going to train rigorously!

Tang Shu entered the cave they were using for rest carrying a cold air with her, and handed over a few medicinal herbs to Andre, with droplets of water clinging to the surface of her waterproof jacket.

"Crush them and apply to the wound for anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving effects."

"Thank you."