Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

Master Wang shook his head upon hearing this, his tone filled with admiration. "This kid is much better than me."

Deep Blue and Flint both followed his gaze.

Zhang Zhao was standing in front of the stove, slowly wiping the blade of a knife.

The blade was still glistening with oil, and several dishes on the stove were steaming hot, emitting white smoke.

A group of people surrounded the table, but no one touched their chopsticks first.

Shen Lan paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the dishes before turning to Chef Wang. "Did you teach me?"

"Teach my ass!" Master Wang snorted, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "I can't even flip the wok as skillfully as he can."

Shen Lan's lips twitched, but she didn't reply.

Flint walked around Deep Blue, stood in front of the stove, and bent down to look at the plate of sweet and sour pork.

The caramel color is even and shiny, and the sour smell is pungent but not irritating, making one's appetite whetted just by smelling it.

"...It smells good! Is it from a professional?"

Flint's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao had just finished wiping his knife and sheathed it when he looked up and met Flint's gaze.

Fragments of memories from my past life flashed through my mind—flint!

The name was mentioned in the Crimson Sky Hunt mission, but no one has ever seen his face; the only thing in the entire mission is that photo!

The photo shows a coffin being carried by four men, including Red Wolf, and inside the coffin is Flint!

He died during a mission!

These thoughts flashed through his mind for only a moment, and Zhang Zhao showed no unusual expression.

"Instructor?" he asked casually.

Flint didn't answer immediately, but looked him up and down. "I heard you can dismantle Niscong?"

"Yes, instructor."

Zhang Zhao didn't hide it; everyone in the base knew about it. He paused, then added,

"Are you Instructor Flint?"

"Wow? You know quite a lot?"

Flint's lips twitched slightly, as if in response.

Uluru had already reached for the plate of braised mutton with his chopsticks, but Red Wolf reacted quickly and slapped his hand.

"Dinner hasn't been served yet!"

"Let me try it and see if it's salty!"

"You want to taste the saltiness? You took half the plate with one chopstick?"

"Want to practice extra tonight?"

"No—you're kidding! You're kidding!"

Uluru sheepishly withdrew his hand, and the group laughed and walked toward the table.

Zhang Zhao sheathed his sword at his waist, wiped his hands, and followed him to the table.

He was just about to sit down next to Wei Long when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was another person sitting in the corner of the cafeteria.

He was a young man with fair skin, his left arm wrapped in gauze, quietly huddled in the corner.

"Who is that?" Zhang Zhao asked Weilong in a low voice.

"The one Instructor Flint brought back, I think his name is... Rashid?"

As Wei Long spoke, his hands didn't stop; he was adding water to the hot pot.

Zhang Zhao raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Rashid?

Could it be Rashid Lahar?

Code name: Bit!

In his previous life, this guy was known as "Spider Boy" in the game.

Sentinel spiders and hunting spiders are among his special equipment!

But now...

Zhang Zhao's gaze fell on that pale face. The other person seemed to realize that someone was watching him and raised his head slightly.

The two locked eyes.

Rashid was initially wary, but upon seeing Zhang Zhao, a stranger, he inexplicably calmed down.

Even though it was our first time meeting, I felt a little bit of warmth towards you?

"Oh? You're awake?"

The bee doctor, carrying a bowl of rice, walked around the stove and plopped down opposite Rashid.

He looked Rashid up and down, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Sure! When you brought him in this morning, he was burning like a lump of coal. After I gave him that injection, cleaned and stitched up the wound, he was able to sit up by tonight?"

"Your regenerative abilities are mutated, aren't they?"

This person talks too much!

Rashid thought to himself, but only glanced at the bee doctor before lowering his head again.

Flint came over with a bowl of hot soup, sat down next to Rashid, and pushed the bowl towards him.

"Have some water to replenish your energy."

Rashid hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his right hand, picked up the bowl, and began to drink in small sips.

Flint watched him take a few sips before speaking, "Have you thought it through?"

"I've made up my mind!" The voice was soft, but unusually firm.

Rashid paused, put down his bowl, and added,

"...I can't help the boss even if I go back, so I might as well train hard here and get stronger."

"You're pretty brave!" the bee doctor interjected, grinning. "Becoming stronger isn't an easy path!"

This time, Rashid didn't show any fear. He raised his head, his gaze earnest. "I will try my best."

Zhang Zhao withdrew his gaze and sat down next to Wei Long.

"Have you met this Rashid before?"

Wei Long was putting food into his bowl when he heard this and shook his head.

"No... However, Instructor Flint said he found it in Longbow Valley, so it's probably from Asara's side."

Zhang Zhao didn't ask any further questions, but glanced at Rashid in the corner again and silently memorized the name.

The table was steaming hot. Grilled meat, hot pot, and stir-fried dishes filled the air with different aromas.

Shen Lan glanced at the group of people sitting in a circle, picked up the glass in front of him, and said, "The first toast is to those who came back alive!"

Everyone raised their glasses!

"Respect, come back alive!"

The rims of the glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.

Uluru tilted his head back and downed the drink in one gulp, exhaling a breath. "That's strong!"

"Drink slowly, you have things to do tomorrow!" Gu reminded him from the side.

"We'll worry about tomorrow tomorrow! Let's enjoy ourselves tonight!"

Red Wolf also took a sip, put down his cup, and his gaze fell on Deep Blue.

"Instructor Deep Blue, what's the follow-up to the situation at Dam Zero?"

The deep blue fingers paused for a moment on the rim of the glass.

"Hafk will send people to investigate, but it's none of our business."

"The intelligence has been received; there won't be any changes in that area anytime soon."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

They didn't want to go back to Dam Zero.

Uluru took a big gulp of liquor.

"That awful place is damp and gloomy, and you can always hear water running at night. It's terrifying!"

Red Wolf glanced at him sideways. "Are you afraid of the sound of water or that blondie?"

Uluru paused noticeably, then retorted defiantly, "I was just being cautious! What do you know!"

Wei Long picked up a piece of tripe and dipped it in the red soup several times.

"So if a blond guy suddenly appears behind you and taps you on the shoulder tomorrow, will you run away?"

Uluru's face stiffened, and Zhang Zhao raised his glass at the opportune moment.

"Come on, let's drink!"

The topic was easily dropped, but Zhang Zhao knew in his heart that everyone present would probably remember Wuming after this battle!

That blond guy, the sixth one wielding a battle axe!

......

After several rounds of drinks, most of the dishes on the table had been eaten.

The bee doctor leaned back in his chair, burping contentedly.

"Shadow, your cooking skills are amazing... the cafeteria is yours from now on! I'll go ask Deep Blue for permission right away!"

Zhang Zhao put down his chopsticks. "I'm just responsible for eating."

"What a waste of talent!"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, no... then I'll wait outside your door every day from now on!"

Uluru next to him couldn't help but laugh out loud, almost choking on a piece of roasted lamb chop stuffed in his mouth.

Wei Long silently scooped the last bit of beef from the hot pot, his expression unchanged.

Rashid huddled in a corner, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hands.

His gaze swept around the table, where Bee Doctor, Uluru, Zhang Zhao... everyone was gathered together, making a lively scene.

He lowered his eyes and pressed the rim of the bowl even closer to his face.

"......very nice......"

He uttered two words very softly, so softly that only flint heard them.

Flint didn't turn his head, but simply reached out and gently patted him on the back twice.