[Rules are rules.]
Rules are rules...
Everyone could imagine the tone in which he said that phrase.
Yun Zhijuan threw down his fishing rod, frantically massaging his temples.
Xiao Qimo! You! Stubborn! Pig!
The situation was a bit awkward.
No one replied anymore.
Only the second team sent a message.
[f**k@Team One Commander God of Death]
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Lu Mian felt extremely annoyed, clearly being stepped on for someone else to climb up.
Just like students have student records, commanders also have their own profiles, where all their information is recorded. Those who make mistakes are to be kicked out of the organization.
Inside, Lu Mian cursed vehemently with the filthiest words she knew.
Moreover, her privileges were to be revoked for a month.
Lu Mian understood all the overt and covert struggles within the organization. Since Team One's stance was so clear, there was no need for her to be polite anymore.
The mask she set her sights on, she was determined to have!
