"Brother Zhang, you better decide quickly, or you'll miss the chance to be a reborn parent!"
Pan Guoliang hadn't eaten for two days; he'd only had a bottle of water. Coupled with his severe injuries, if he weren't naturally robust, he would've been done for and wouldn't have lasted until now.
Zhang Su hadn't moved because the number in his mind still hadn't changed; it was stuck at [30/38], which meant Pan Guoliang hadn't fully submitted to him. However, what Pan said wasn't wrong—if he didn't help soon, the guy might just kick the bucket.
Thoughts: I was hoping to recruit a couple hundred from the Cyan Dragon Corps to bolster our labor and fighting power, but now it's come to this—grabbing one is better than none...
Thinking of this, Zhang Su unzipped his down jacket, reached into the inner pocket and fumbled around for a bit, pulling out a small, gray, dirty-looking object, about the size of a thumbnail, flat and small.
