The atmosphere inside the store dropped to freezing point.
"So you're the boss here?" Cheng He rested his hand on his hip and, seeing the empty shelves, immediately became irritated, "Damn it, I don't care who you are, just hurry up and bring out the good stuff you've hidden to treat us, or don't blame me for being rude."
Tang Zheng didn't respond; his gaze swept over the Trojan Squad.
The two group leaders whispered, deliberating on the next plan, while the others had relaxed expressions, enjoying the leisure time for rest.
There were sixty-three people in total, and among them, ten survivors with activated abilities were easy to recognize because they all carried Space Backpacks and Thunderstorm rifles. As for their faces, they exuded a mix of faint confidence and vigilance.
"How nostalgic!" Tang Zheng remembered his newbie days when getting a Thunderstorm rifle could excite him for days. Now, except for unique props, there was nothing left that caught his eye.
