Shen Feihu secretly touched his eyes, realizing they had moistened without him noticing. "Since you agree, then arrange it. I'll have Xu Qigang take people there tomorrow."
"Alright! Old Shen, on behalf of all comrades and combatants at the Research Institute, I thank you! Thank you for your selfless aid." The risk associated with this mission was immense. He had sent twenty people this time, knowing at least half of them would not return alive to the embrace of their motherland.
For him, as the head of the institute, it was an indescribable blow.
With Living Yama's training and guidance, their survival rate could increase by at least one-third. To them, he was a true benefactor.
"You owe me one; you'll have to pay it back later," Shen Feihu said briskly before hanging up the phone and sitting silently behind his desk.
Xiao Tao stood hesitantly at the door, unsure whether to enter.
