"Since you are Death Warriors, you must be prepared to die. Do not harbor any fantasies of survival. You know what to do when the time comes."
The woman in the black dress spoke in a cold, emotionless voice.
"You must always remember, you only have one chance to strike. If the mission fails because one of you makes a mistake, you know the consequences."
The other six people lowered their heads, remaining silent.
But from their clenched fists and bodies stiff with tension, one could see the deep resentment in their hearts.
"Alright, let's move out!"
...
In the "Uncle Niu's Kitchen God" restaurant, Xiao Zhang, his father, and Di Zhong had taken the "Clean Plate Campaign" to heart. They had devoured every last bit of the Medicinal Cuisine, not leaving even a drop of oil or broth. The plates were clean enough to reflect their faces.
At first, Xiao Zhengheng and Di Zhong had maintained their composure due to their status, eating politely and chewing slowly.
