Zhang Feng looked at most of the people who were dejected and somewhat desperate and frightened, and knew that relying on them was not going to work.
But the two leading the group.
They were still relatively calm.
One of them was named He, in his thirties, and true to his name, when he closed his mouth, he looked like a toad.
Along the way, he hadn't spoken, instead seeming to be pondering something.
The other person, appearing to be around forty, was called 'Brother Zhou' by most of the team.
He had a strong build, with a constitution of 37, and the calluses on his hands were very noticeable.
Zhang Feng could tell from his walking posture that he practiced hard qigong like Iron Sand Palm.
The last two people, wearing geological exploration team uniforms, were one in his forties and one in his fifties.
These two were the employers of everyone.
They seemed to be from some large organization.
