Zhang Yang glanced at him but said nothing.
Hogni swallowed and continued, "As long as... as long as I can get out, once you're back, wait for me to make the arrangements. I'll use a military transport plane to deliver the goods to you. I have logistics routes all across Africa."
"So what if you have routes all across Africa? Didn't an armed group still raid your base?" Zhang Yang said with a faintly mocking smile. "Oh, right, I forgot to ask—was the equipment they used in this attack also sold to them by you?"
"They'll pay for this!" Hogni gritted his teeth.
Zhang Yang ignored Hogni, but he noticed Chris beside him touching the dried blood on her face from time to time.
The blast wave had hurled sand and stones through the air, leaving several shallow cuts across her face.
Chris had once served in the Royal Marines, so she naturally wasn't that delicate.
But she was also a woman.
No woman was indifferent to her appearance.
"Let me see," Zhang Yang said.
Chris froze for a moment, then obediently stood still and let Zhang Yang examine her face.
"Mr. Zhang, it's fine. This doesn't count as an injury to us."
She deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone.
"Mm..." Zhang Yang took out the Ice Skin Ointment from the system inventory. "Don't move. I'll apply some for you."
Although Chris had quite a few wounds on her face, none of them were deep. One application of the Ice Skin Ointment would probably be enough.
"Is this a traditional medicinal ointment from your country?" Chris asked softly and curiously as she looked at the antique-style medicine bottle.
"Mm, all done." Zhang Yang gave a brief hum. "Can you feel it?"
"It's a little cool. It feels very comfortable."
"That's