He looked up at Xu Lin, who had a nervous expression on his face, and slowly wrote a few words.
[ yes, but I need three bottles of healing fluid. ]
Looking at the Wolf King’s reply on the interface, Xu Lin heaved a sigh of relief. The weight in his heart had finally been lifted. If the other party had not made a move, the human race might have faced heavy losses.
One had to know that previously, when Chen Tian led the team to eliminate the c-class mutated creatures outside the capital city, the entire team suffered heavy casualties. Not only did several soldiers with guns die, even two supers were killed in battle.
Supers were not cabbages. Only one or two of the 10,000 humans existed, not to mention the supers nurtured in the base. One death in battle was a huge loss.
Compared to the number of casualties in the city, three bottles of [ healing fluid ] Xu Lin gritted his teeth and was still able to accept it.