Ren Zhong was carried upstairs on a stretcher by Wen Lei and Bai Feng and sent into Yang Bingzhong's office.
The two then adjusted the foldable stretcher, allowing Ren Zhong to barely sit in a reclining position.
Throughout this process, Yang Bingzhong stood with his back to the three, with his hands behind his back, looking out the window of his office, overlooking the plaza below the submarine headquarters, not casting another glance back.
A faint smile hung on Yang Bingzhong's face, which was facing away from everyone.
He thought to himself, are they starting to celebrate already? But they're celebrating too soon. Ants are still ants. No, you are not even as good as ants. Ants can sniff out danger from the moist air before the downpour, but you... you know nothing.
Usually, the plaza at this time was quite deserted, with not many people, as most Scavengers were out hunting.
