Though they cursed, the crowd couldn't be bothered to hold Zhang Chen accountable now; they had to get through the immediate crisis first.
After all, the fifty thousand elite troops of the Inspection and Supervision Department are not to be underestimated. Even though there are a hundred thousand troops from the Demon Race here, they still do not have the upper hand against the elite army of the Inspection and Supervision Department.
The fifty thousand strong army of the Inspection and Supervision Department were all clad in iron armor, wrapped tightly, and armed with sharp blades. The Demon Race's army could only rely on claws and fangs, and it truly is a struggle facing such elite troops.
A battle was inevitable, and the crowd could only fight to carve out a bright future, to forge a path to survival.
However, none of this concerned Zhang Chen. Staring at the heavy rain outside the tea house, he idly counted the raindrops falling outside the door.
