This man, although very thin, was full of energy; at first glance, he looked as if he were made of wrought iron.

Especially his two large hands, which gleamed with a metallic luster!

Iron Sand Palm, mastered!

Seeing this man's palms, Eric Turner immediately thought of this term—he had also studied Iron Sand Palm, but had never gotten the hang of it.

"Edward Thompson, you take Eric Turner!" Evan Clark glanced at the bamboo pole, then turned to the honest-looking man and said, "You take Brian Cooper."

"Today, let them first get familiar with the safe areas, and also take them to pick up a set of equipment." After giving these instructions, Evan Clark turned and left.

The tall, thin man called Edward Thompson glanced at Eric Turner, then said coldly, "My last partner's equipment is not far from here, and it should fit you just fine."

Just as Eric Turner was about to ask where his last partner was, Edward Thompson said in a ghostly tone, "I've outlasted six partners already. I hope you won't be the seventh!"

These words from Edward Thompson sent chills down one's spine!

Brian Cooper, who hadn't left yet, started trembling, and his pent-up emotions finally burst out: "I... I don't want to join the field team! I want to go back to the survival point, I want to go back!"

"You bastard, you think you can just quit the field team whenever you want? Without the field team, what would everyone at the survival point eat?" The honest-looking man standing next to Brian Cooper didn't hesitate to slap Brian Cooper hard across the face!

The slap was merciless, knocking Brian Cooper to the ground, blood streaming from his mouth and nose!

Brian Cooper was stunned. This honest man had hit him so decisively, and was now cursing him through gritted teeth, his gaze cold and menacing. For a moment, Brian Cooper felt this person was a complete stranger, even terrifying. He didn't dare make a sound, looking even more dazed and numb.

"Remember this: this isn't the survival point. If you endanger the safety of the survival point, I can kill you without hesitation." After saying this, the honest man glanced coolly at Eric Turner.

There was a clear warning in his eyes.

Eric Turner nodded indifferently. Although this was his first time encountering such a situation, his experiences from his previous life made him understand this kind of behavior quite well.

The equipment Edward Thompson mentioned was actually a dark green combat uniform, a knife, and a black object that looked like a communicator.

No one knew what material the combat uniform was made of. Although it looked only about thirty percent new, it was very tough.

"This is an F-class combat uniform. It can block ordinary mosquitoes, but for higher-level ones, we have to rely on ourselves."

As Edward Thompson spoke, he pointed at the combat uniform Eric Turner had just put on and said, "Every tear on this uniform means a potentially fatal injury."

Although Edward Thompson wasn't very talkative, he still gave Eric Turner a basic introduction to the field team. The team leader was Evan Clark, and there were three deputy leaders, all bloodline warriors as well.

Besides the three of them, the field team had a hundred members. Their main task wasn't hunting, as in the original owner's memory, but guarding a stretch of hillside covering tens of thousands of mu.

This hillside was planted with sweet potatoes, the main food source for the entire survival point. If this area was seriously damaged, more than half the people at the survival point would starve to death.

"Our job is really just to give early warnings. If we encounter a fierce beast, the most important thing is to press the alarm and let the captain and the others handle it."

Edward Thompson said solemnly, "After giving the warning, our next priority is to save our own lives!"

"Remember, when danger comes, everyone looks out for themselves. I can't help you, and I won't help you!"

Walking through the picturesque surroundings, Edward Thompson looked very cold, but beneath that coldness was a wealth of experience.

Although they hadn't encountered any danger yet, Eric Turner could sense Edward Thompson's anxiety from his expression.

Eric Turner and Edward Thompson were responsible for patrolling a five-hundred-meter-long path. As they patrolled, Edward Thompson was extremely cautious, even carefully checking each spot before stepping down.

He was so careful that it seemed as if, at any moment, the seemingly calm ground could suddenly open up and swallow him whole.

"Let's take a break." In a hidden corner, Edward Thompson stopped, took out an iron kettle, drank a few sips, and let out a deep breath.

Eric Turner hadn't brought a water bottle, nor did he intend to share one with anyone, so he just sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Don't sit on the ground. If you must sit, sit on a hard rock—it's safer that way." Edward Thompson's voice was low, but brooked no argument.

Eric Turner didn't question Edward Thompson's advice. Although Edward Thompson wasn't friendly, his words were based on experience and were useful for staying alive.

Just as the two were resting, Eric Turner suddenly felt the ground around him tremble. His first instinct was to wonder if something was wrong with his mind.

He saw that Edward Thompson had already leapt up, his finger quickly pressing the communicator hanging on his chest.