As Wang Ling's cotton-padded jacket, Odd Zhuo was naturally aware of how important the task of shouldering the wok was. This time, however, he felt that it would be hard to place this wok on him. First of all, he hadn't left the command center. Secondly, even if he fought Human Devil, there was just too big a disparity in fighting strength; Human Devil was too strong, and it would be impossible for Odd Zhuo to get rid of him with his own strength.
But Odd Zhuo, who was well-versed in the ways of carrying a wok, was well aware that even if he didn't do it, the wok might end up on his shoulders in the end anyway.
It was fine, as long as he didn't admit to it…
Under Old Huang's and President Qi's gazes, Odd Zhuo did his best to maintain a calm expression. A few minutes later, there was new information from the Mahjong Squad. When the image on screen switched over to the scene, a figure with green hair suddenly popped up in Odd Zhuo's view…