As Lin Xinghai and the others arrived at the plaza, their communication wristwatches vibrated again, notifying them that the military transport planes would arrive in 10 minutes.
By now, the plaza was bustling with candidates. Seeing that they were about to head to the assessment location, many were making last-ditch attempts to recruit more teammates.
Just then, a young man approached Lin Xinghai's group.
"Everyone, the Fierce Tiger Brigade already has 53 members. Our team has five A Level Genetic Assessors, and we're inviting you to join. What do you say?" the young man said with a smile.
"Not interested," Lin Xinghai refused flatly.
"My friend, that's not very rational. Your squad only has four people. I'm afraid you'll have a very hard time if you run into a zombie horde of over 20."
