When Zhang Gao brought Yang Jian into a temporary tent, he saw that little brat Xiong Wenwen sitting there, completely engrossed in a mobile game.
"You trash, why are you backing off? Go in! Charge with me! Dive the tower! We can kill them this round!"
"Damn it, I'm fighting three alone while you useless idiots are over there farming minions? If you love farming minions so much, why don't you go play against bots?"
"Eat shit! Don't let me match with you next game, or I'll wreck your whole family!"
Xiong Wenwen had an incredibly foul temper when he played games. A kid around ten years old who feared no one, picking fights with heaven and earth alike—who knew how his teammates put up with such a professional trash-talker.
"Xiong Wenwen, Yang Jian is here," Zhang Gao reminded him.
"Shut up. Can't you see I'm playing?" Xiong Wenwen cursed without even raising his head.
Zhang Gao was an adult, so naturally he did not stoop to a child's level. He turned back and said, "Yang Jian, Xiong Wenwen is in your hands now. Headquarters has made its intentions very clear. If the incident in Z City cannot be resolved, ensure Xiong Wenwen leaves alive if possible. He is very important."
"He isn't important enough. At least, Headquarters was willing to send him out, wasn't it?" Yang Jian said calmly. "Going by Wang Xiaoming's way of thinking, if sacrificing this brat could resolve Z City's supernatural incident, it would probably be worth it."
Zhang Gao understood the implication behind Yang Jian's words.
As long as Yang Jian could resolve the Z City incident, whether Xiong Wenwen survived no longer mattered.
In other words, Xiong Wenwen was not someone Yang Jian considered indispensable.
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