S Class, Salvation or Hell?

Lear coldly glanced at Meng Tian and Zhang Shan before walking to the lounge without saying a single word.

The laughter of the other teams could be heard, and the laughter at this time seemed to be particularly harsh.

Achilles sighed in relief. The medical staff took Zhang Shan away and Zhang Shan, who was lying on the stretcher, caught his eye. At that moment... he was scared. He was afraid that his teammates would leave him. While he was not afraid of death, he was afraid of being abandoned. But at that moment in time, he should have insisted on staying.

Lie Xin patted Meng Tian's shoulder. When things had come to this, there was no point in speaking further. "We've tried our best. Maybe Wang Zheng and the rest have already arrived and can give us a surprise."