Xu Jingming ate his supper happily and ate the rice, beef, and pork ribs in large mouthfuls. Li Miaomiao murmured to the side, "I only have 400-plus combat strength while you have 5,000. I don't even have one-tenth of yours. What a blow!"
"You're a genius singer." Xu Jingming looked at his girlfriend and smiled. "I've practiced martial arts since I was a child. There's a good saying: People are good in different fields!"
"Cut the act. Finish up quickly; I'll bring you to meet a beauty after dinner," Li Miaomiao said.
"Who is it?" Xu Jingming asked as he ate.
"Wang Yi, China's number one sharpshooter!" Li Miaomiao said. "I've already contacted her for you. As long as you show her your combat strength interface and invite her to join the team, there's a high chance of it happening."
"You managed to contact her?" Xu Jingming looked at his girlfriend in admiration. She was really a woman of action.
Li Miaomiao urged, "Eat quickly."