"Now all we're missing is Wang Tao's equipment," No. 1 said to Wen Sheng.
"Looks like your equipment is on the third or second floor," No. 2 said worriedly.
"Let's keep searching the fourth and fifth floors. Better than risking the second or third floor and finding nothing," Pang Li said anxiously.
"Yeah, maybe we missed it," Lu Jia added.
They quickly searched the fourth and fifth floors again.
They found nothing.
They had no choice but to make a difficult decision:
Should they remain on the fourth floor, or open the main door and risk facing the monster dog to search the third and second floors?
That was the question.
Everyone looked at Wen Sheng.
Number Three could not help saying, "Only Old Wang is missing his weapon now. You should go yourself."
No one else spoke up in objection.
Wen Sheng was not surprised.
Judging from the video, the final battle would fail if even one person was missing.
But when faced with immediate danger, people still instinctively believed that whoever was responsible should handle it themselves. No one wanted to take risks for someone else's responsibility.
Even though they clearly knew that if Wen Sheng was finished, they would be finished too.
Wen Sheng did not make a fuss over it.
Human nature was simply like that.
Wen Sheng smiled faintly. "Fine. I'll go by myself."
"You stay upstairs and keep watch."
Only then did everyone let out a sigh of relief.
Pang Li looked somewhat embarrassed, but she said nothing.
The others all wore expressions as though it were only natural.
Naturally, Wen Sheng would not use the contents of the video to pressure them into helping him find his weapon.
His life was his own, and he had to take hold of it himself.
Then