Shen Feng seemed not to have seen the words on the wristband screen at all and continued speaking to Zhao Lizhang and the others:
"The Middle East has its own unique beauty, and Abu Kamal is an old city as well. It's worth taking a proper look around."
Zhao Lizhang exchanged glances with Rogers, Vasily, and the others before giving Shen Feng a wry smile.
"Commander, to be honest, we'd gladly become your attendants and remain by your side at all times to listen to your teachings. Unfortunately, duty calls, and we have to return as soon as possible. Our superiors are eagerly awaiting your instructions, and we have a responsibility to let them understand the arrival of this new age as quickly as possible. Please forgive us."
Hearing this, everyone else nearby except Kavan nodded in agreement.
Zhao Lizhang's words were practically the voice of their hearts.
As members of the Salvation Army, having been granted an opportunity to get close to the Commander, they wished they could cast off every duty and social obligation and follow him closely from then on.
After all, this man before them—the mysterious developer, the Commander of the Salvation Army—was practically a god, utterly beyond the realm of ordinary humanity.
But their sense of responsibility would not allow them to do so.
The leaders of their respective nations were still waiting for them to return and report. They had to relay the Salvation Army's situation, as well as everything the Commander had just said, exactly as it was.
After all, seeing was believing. They themselves had come as envoys and representatives.
The countries behind them also represented the strongest secular forces of humanity in this world.
Everyone had selfish desires. Though they were Salvation Army warriors, they also had homelands of their own.