Han Ling nodded but did not reply.
In the past, she would have indeed marveled at how capable others were, but now, she didn't care about that at all. After all, her abilities were just as strong; she simply excelled in different areas.
She lowered her head and took a bite of the roasted meat in her hand, then, as if remembering something, asked:
"Are you saying that we'll need to form teams of inspectors from different locations to go out on missions later?"
Shen Heng chewed the beast meat in his mouth, thought carefully for a moment, and said:
"If things continue as they are now, it will be difficult. After all, just holding onto this base is no easy task, let alone getting out."
Han Ling didn't say anything upon hearing this, but simply nodded calmly.
Shen Heng turned to look at Han Ling, "What's wrong?"
"I also wanted to say that if we're going to form a team in the future, we could consider Lin Zhaoran and Yu Yanhui. Their combined abilities are outstanding in terms of flexibility, aggression, and control," Han Ling said in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, Shen Heng turned his gaze to the two figures a short distance away.
The short-haired woman was focused on eating her grilled meat, while the girl with braided pigtails chattered away beside her.
The two women had come up ahead to thank Han Ling and introduced themselves to Shen Heng, so Shen Heng knew them.
"We'll see how many people there are then. If it's a good fit, we can consider teaming up with them," Shen Heng said.
Han Ling looked over with some confusion, "Number of people?"
Shen Heng nodded slightly. "Do you still remember Lü Wenrui?"
"I remember!" Han Ling replied, then her brows furrowed slightly. "Is it related to him?"
"Yes," Shen Heng nodded, stating his previous guess.
"When we were outside, maybe it was intentional that he put me with him to avoid his abilities causing too many bad consequences."
"So, if we really do go out as a team, I'll probably be paired with him."
"After all, with me around, at least we won't find ourselves suddenly encountering a horde of Calamity Beast while we're walking."
No, this... Han Ling looked at Shen Heng, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she slowly closed them.
Shen Heng turned to look at Han Ling and said:
"There's no need to worry too much; it's possible he'll be kept at the base."
"After all, even if we were to send people out, we couldn't send everyone; there always had to be people left to guard the base."
Han Ling nodded silently.
She didn't have too many objections, but in her mind, Lü Wenrui wasn't exactly a great teammate option, after all...
As if on cue, a figure walked toward the two men, with a cast and bandages on his left arm and chest, respectively.
" Brother Heng, Sister Han!" Lü Wenrui greeted them with a smile.
Han Ling nodded.
Shen Heng then carefully scanned him and asked,
"What kind of Calamity Beast have you encountered?"
"No, it was just a little accident!" Lü Wenrui laughed.
An unexpected turn of events... Shen Heng's lips twitched slightly.
"I saw it today, but it came too suddenly, and I didn't have time to help," Han Ling said from the side.
Shen Heng glanced at Han Ling, nodded slightly, and then turned his gaze back to Lü Wenrui.
Didn't headquarters send medical personnel over? Didn't you go for treatment?
Within the base, there are personnel specially assigned by headquarters, whose abilities are healing-related, and Third Tier.
"I went there, but the man looked at my injuries and said they were alright, not serious. Then he asked for my name, and after I told him, guess what he said?" Lü Wenrui frowned.
"What did you say?" Shen Heng asked, looking over.
Han Ling also subconsciously looked over.
"He actually said my condition wasn't a high priority, and told me to use bone healing agents or something, and it would be fine in a day or two!"
Lü Wenrui's eyes widened, his face filled with indignation.
"Damn it, I can understand if the injuries aren't serious, but what do you mean by 'low priority'?"
"..." Shen Heng paused for a moment, then said, "After all, others have limited Origin Power, so they will definitely prioritize treating those with more serious injuries or stronger combat power."
"Damn it, this is blatant discrimination based on combat strength!" Lü Wenrui said, looking distressed.
Shen Heng smiled, not paying much attention.
"By the way, how's your captain?"
"The captain is alright, he wasn't seriously injured..."
Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from afar.
"... No, eight?!"
The group's gazes instinctively drifted over.
The other inspectors around the campfire also turned their gazes in that direction.
Three figures were sitting there, and the words just spoken came from one of them.
At this moment, he and another person were looking at the relatively short man with dark yellow skin in the middle.
Shen Wang Hu had met Shen Heng once before when he went to headquarters for a meeting.
Wang Hu gave the person who had just spoken a stern look.
The man glanced around and, noticing everyone staring at him, gave a somewhat embarrassed smile before turning back to speak in a low voice.
The people around watched for a while, then looked away and began to discuss it quietly.
Even though Wang Hu lowered his voice, they could still tell what he was saying.
After all, the war has only just ended, and even a fool knows what mentioning a few might mean.
" Wang Hu killed eight Fourth Tier Calamity Beast!" Lü Wenrui also turned his gaze back and couldn't help but exclaim:
"Tsk, I barely managed to kill one, and that was with the captain's help!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Shen Heng.
"By the way, Brother Heng, how many did you kill?"
"One!" Shen Heng said calmly.
"Huh?" Lü Wenrui's expression showed slight surprise, but he quickly returned to normal. "Oh, Brother Heng, you were called to the command center at the beginning."
He turned to look at Han Ling.
" Sister Han, how many did you kill?"
"13!" Han Ling said calmly.
"How... how... how much?" Lü Wenrui's expression became increasingly uncontrollable, and his voice unconsciously rose. If Shen Heng hadn't noticed in advance and restrained himself, they would probably have attracted the attention of others.
"13!" Han Ling said calmly.
Lü Wenrui's lips twitched a few times involuntarily, but he finally raised his intact right hand and gave a thumbs-up.
"Sharp!"
"But Sister Han, you killed so many, why don't you seem too happy? If you sold them, they'd be worth a hundred or two hundred million, right?"
Han Ling was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
If she hadn't realized it before, now that she does, she's still not very happy.
Of course, there is a little bit, but that's all.
She then thought of what she had just said to Shen Heng about Gu Lingxuan.
Her gaze shifted to the young man sitting to the side.
Does a leader's style influence the team's style?
Or rather...
One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black...