The Eighteen Levels of Hell: Lying is Forbidden Here

The middle-aged woman furrowed her brows.

'Strange.'

'Just now, He Lang seemed very surprised—surprised that he was chosen to be cannon fodder.'

'In other words, in his subconscious, he believed there was a much weaker member in the team.'

'What would make the middle-aged uncle skip the weakest member of his team and send He Lang directly to his death?'

'It is just like playing cards. You only have singles in your hand, and you are the first to play. You could easily play a three, yet you insist on playing a king.'

'That means there is a problem with the king!'

'He Lang only spoke two sentences this entire time.'

'The first sentence: Because you are teammates.'