Qin Shi never expected to see the instructor Fu Lei from the Yellow Springs training camp at the outermost edge of the pollution zone.
The other person looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his mortal body charred and shriveled like dead wood, his life force extremely weak, as if it could be extinguished by a gust of wind.
"Do you have any Energy Liquid left?"
Qin Shi looked at Long Qiuyuan, unabashedly asking for help.
The latter twitched at the corner of his mouth, feeling truly uncomfortable being treated as a backup energy reserve.
It was inexplicably like being a repressed turtle man, willingly handing over his salary, hoping for some return.
"Alright, boss."
Although Long Qiuyuan was unwilling in his heart, his hands were quick, taking out several cans of Energy Liquid from his tactical backpack.
Qin Shi poured the Energy Liquid into Fu Lei's mouth as if watering a sapling.
