The Thorn Team's eyes flashed with admiration.
It was the right decision to side with Lan Fuyou's right-hand man! If they could deepen their connection with him, their journey and future at the base would be smooth sailing.
Without hesitation, the Thorn Team climbed out of the car, following the blue-eyed man. They eagerly began digging up the spars for him, their faces full of flattery.
"Big Brother! You're incredible! Let us do the dirty work for you!"
"Big Brother, here are your spars!"
"Brother, are you thirsty? I still have some water left!"
Their enthusiasm was disgusting to watch. Everyone saw their shameless bootlicking, but the blue-eyed man remained indifferent. Only he knew that the battle wasn't entirely his doing.
His gaze swept across the battlefield, lingering on the wounds around the buffaloes' eyes. Who was responsible for these injuries? Was it someone here, or was it that foreign presence he had sensed earlier?