What would happen when an ordinary squad mixed in with three great gods?
Two words: carried hard!
At first, it really felt amazing—so amazing their whole bodies seemed to explode—but after a while, they gradually went numb.
The tension, thrill, and passion of doing missions had all been worn away. Every trip out now lacked any sense of anticipation.
Other than going out for a stroll and watching the great gods show off their skills, what else could they do? What was the meaning of their existence within the squad?
Other than leading the way and splitting the money afterward, they had no purpose at all.
As it happened, Su Hao was here today as well, and A Xing made a difficult decision—split into groups! He and A Wang would form one group, while the three geniuses five or six years younger than them would form another.
Of course, they would still belong to the same squad. It was just that when carrying out missions, they would stagger their schedules and act separately. In A Xing's own words: "Although following my brothers would be very safe and reliable, my goal is to become a strong and reliable person. I want to undergo trials that belong to me, step by step, until I reach the peak I can reach."
After hearing A Xing's words, Ashan and Feng Cheng were both stunned.
They had never expected there to be someone so foolish in the world. He was unwilling to coast along with a group of big shots and instead insisted on running out to bury his head in hard work.
After all, as long as they kept Boss Wei happy, perhaps one day he would give them a shot and immediately fulfill their life goals. That was far better than struggling on