Fu Jian stared at Xiang Lintian and asked in a deep voice.
Xiang Lintian had just observed the condition of the nine people sent here and understood what Fu Jian meant by his question. He walked over to Fu Jian with his hands behind his back.
He smiled bitterly: "New hope."
"And then?"
"Why did hope come so late," Xiang Lintian's eyes became somewhat cloudy, "It's about to change direction. I'll take charge. You provide follow-up support with a team of half-human mechas. Use your banner if necessary."
Fu Jian slowly nodded: "If Wang Zheng hadn't appeared, I would have taken another path."
"Which path?"
"A path similar to yours."
Fu Jian didn't hide anything:
"The successor I've trained is either not tough enough or is only tough. When I die, the situation will be very unfavorable for D5. This is foreseeable.
