It was noon again, the scorching temperature making the factory director's office steam with mist.
The survivors were all frowning, discussing in detail tomorrow's gathering mission.
"So... does this mean we didn't gather much supplies from this mission?"
Lin Junfu's question brought wry smiles to everyone's faces. Although they knew this outcome was forced by circumstances, the failure of the mission was an undeniable fact.
Hu Xiaodong nodded regretfully, "Yes, Lin Guan, we didn't bring back much in terms of supplies."
Lin Junfu, who had anticipated this, wasn't surprised. Instead, he calmly reassured them, "It's okay! Supplies are external matters; the most important thing is that you all made it back alive! As long as we're alive, we can always figure out how to get more!"
"Indeed! Lin Guan is right, everyone did their best! Let's not blame ourselves for this!" Wei Yang timely added, noticing the frustration on everyone's faces.
