Just as he was eating, Captain Zhang Hao walked over, cup in hand.
He sat down beside Han Feng.
"You did great today."
Zhang Hao's voice was steady, and he meant it.
"Especially the way you covered for the others."
"The timing, the angle, the trajectory—all of it was perfect."
"If it weren't for you, that kid Gu Yun would've been hit by the Rock Lizard's tail at least twice today."
Han Feng put down his chopsticks and answered honestly.
"It was nothing, really."
"Besides, that Rock Lizard looked valuable."
Zhang Hao looked at his junior, who couldn't seem to go three sentences without mentioning money. Far from finding him materialistic, he found himself admiring him even more.
In the wastelands, people with clear goals who were pragmatic and willing to work hard were more reliable than so-called geniuses.
He glanced around and lowered his voice.
"Director Lei spoke with me in private earlier."
