Chapter 3173

Wang Hu saw this scene and sighed inwardly. He knew that saying more would be useless, so he simply waited quietly for his master to get past this hurdle before any further arrangements could be made—otherwise, nothing he said would make a difference.

Among the First Archaeology Team, Fatty sneered at what the Wang family member had said and replied, "If you don't even have this much guts, how can you be in the archaeology business?"

The moment those words left his mouth, everyone present caught their breath. They had to admit Fatty's logic was getting more and more shameless—but shameless as it was, they had no way to refute it.

Charging in mindlessly was absolutely foolish, yet here the great gate stood right before them, and they were hesitating.

Then Fatty pressed on even harder, continuing: "In the final analysis, it's nothing more than a door. I know you're all hoping in your hearts that Mr. Zhang can give you a concrete answer. But even if my judgment just now was wrong, it still all comes down to relying on Mr. Zhang."

"But have any of you thought about this—if Mr. Zhang goes up to the New Moon Restaurant tonight and still gives us that same vague answer as before, what should we do? Blame him? I don't think so. Mr. Zhang has already done more than enough for us, and blindly depending on him is fundamentally wrong, because he has no obligation whatsoever to do these things for us. I hope you understand that."

When he finished speaking, everyone's expression dimmed. With no way to refute it, they had to accept it—this was the most awkward situation. In truth, Fatty Has Already figured it out: in the end, they didn't need to be the ones charging in at the front; the remaining risk for the others was still about the avalanche.

But at this location, if an avalanche really did occur, the odds of burying everyone underneath weren't that high. If they didn't even dare to take this kind of risk, they didn't deserve to be members of the archaeology team.

Fatty could tell that Wu Tianzhen definitely shared the same thought as him. The reason he appeared so indecisive was just one thing—Wu Tianzhen didn't want the others to face deadly peril. But Fatty was very clear: since these people had come along, there was bound to be some risk. This is an archaeology team, not a kindergarten.

If they carried a child's mentality, it was a disrespect to the archaeology profession. In fact, even Wu Ya subconsciously nodded.

She felt Fatty's reasoning was correct. If Wu Ya were purely just Zhang Lin's assistant, then naturally she couldn't empathize with the situation at hand.

But don't forget she was originally a member of the First Archaeology Team. Based on that, Wu Ya suddenly recalled the underwater laboratory incident, including the appearance of Sun Wu and all those other situations—in the final analysis, it was because the members of the First Archaeology Team weren't moving in unison.

If we talk about truly staying in sync, it was only those three people. But was relying on just those three really enough?

Perhaps inside the tomb, these things posed no problem at all—but outside the tomb?

This was a question worth pondering. It was probably the fundamental reason why Fatty had spoken those words.

Then Fatty fell silent, sweeping his gaze over the members of the First Archaeology Team with a scrutinizing look.

He then walked over to Wu Tianzhen and patted him on the shoulder. At this moment Fatty's thinking was crystal clear—he felt he didn't need to say any more; the rest could be left entirely to Wu Tianzhen.

This wasn't Fatty shirking responsibility, after all—Wu Tianzhen was the leader of the First Archaeology Team, and what Fatty had just said was already overstepping his bounds.

Relatively speaking, though, it seemed Wu Tianzhen was very grateful to Fatty. Because if those words had come from him as the leader, then if an imbalance arose later, he as the leader would be in a very awkward position. Since they were brothers, it was fine for Fatty to serve as a shield right now.

But if Wu Tianzhen had taken such a subjective action on his own, then he'd be somewhat letting Fatty down. Part of what had been weighing on his mind was exactly this—but now things were crystal clear.

Wu Tianzhen stepped forward and said, "Fatty's right. We can't keep being timid anymore. Think about what we've done in the past, and look at us now—it's as if Mr. Zhang's appearance and precise instructions have turned us into three-year-old brats."

What Wu Tianzhen said now was a supplement to Fatty's earlier remarks, but clearly his version went even further. Yet under this kind of escalating approach, even if they didn't fully understand, they could at least grasp Mr. Zhang's and Wu Tianzhen's good intentions to some degree.

If it were up to Wu Tianzhen alone, he probably wouldn't have made this choice himself. But based on the current situation and recalling what had happened before, a relatively standard answer could be reached.

The instructions Zhang Lin gave the First Archaeology Team weren't ambiguous—he wanted them to move forward with their own awareness, just like the Second Archaeology Team was doing now. Or rather, precisely because that mysterious person was heading to the Second Archaeology Team, Zhang Lin was destined to be unable to focus too much attention on this side.

Under this premise, if the First Archaeology Team couldn't handle some of their own troubles later on, who knew what kind of crisis might result. And such a crisis wouldn't just concern the archaeology team itself—the impact it could bring might be even more far-reaching, such as once it involved the situation with the King of Ten Thousand Slaves.

So if the First Archaeology Team couldn't make a relatively correct choice, it could very well become the fuse for a later collapse. This was exactly what Zhang Lin worried about most. If what they were dealing with wasn't Tiangong, and there was no King of Ten Thousand Slaves here, Zhang Lin wouldn't have said any of that at all.

He wouldn't even have paid attention to the First Archaeology Team. In the past, the First Archaeology Team had relied on Zhang Tianshi and the other two people, whether by intuition or by their own knowledge reserves.

They could walk that road on their own without his excessive intervention. On the contrary, now he had let them form this subconscious belief that Zhang Lin would tell them at every moment where the so-called correct path was.

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