"Boss, we've just taken on over eight hundred people all at once. Food, lodging, and everything else—it's all going to be a problem!" During dinner, as everyone sat eating together, Tank hesitated for a moment before looking at Zhou Fan beside him and voicing his concern.
If it had been up to him, he would have just mowed them all down, leaving no one alive.
"Slow down. Mind your image," Zhou Fan said, glancing at Tank. When he saw that the others, like Night Rose, He Yi, and Mad Wolf, were all looking at him, he patted Bai Zhi on the leg. "You explain it to them."
