Su Ze handed him a pile of storage devices filled with supplies, along with a list of the contents, and waved him away.
Perhaps because the atmosphere in the stronghold was growing increasingly grim and anxiety was spreading like wildfire, Mr. Kang finally posted a message in the group chat that evening.
[Mr. Kang: I know what you're all worried about, but there's no need. We've received word from headquarters. Reinforcements are on the way and will arrive first thing tomorrow morning!]
The chat fell silent for a long time. No one cheered, no one celebrated. Their worries couldn't be dispelled by a single, vague statement from Mr. Kang.
Everyone in that chat was at least a Cocoon Stage evolutionary and considered part of the Filth Earth Organization's core strength. None of them were fools who would be placated by a few reassuring words and disregard the life-or-death situation they were in.
