Under the watchful eyes of five people, Mo Shangjun calmly finished eating the grilled fish in her hand.
Though it was infuriating, no one actually made a move.
Duan Zimu even thoughtfully brought Mo Shangjun a pitcher of water.
Peng Yuqiu scorned this kind of obsequious behavior, with even a bit of disdain.
When facing Mo Shangjun, he became pathetic.
Letting a woman come and raid his den and then peacefully send her away... simply disgraceful.
Yet, as one of those who also didn't dare to resist, Peng Yuqiu wiped his face silently, feeling a surge of tears.
Finally, Mo Shangjun threw the last fish bone into the bonfire.
Unanimously, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, right."
Mo Shangjun raised her eyelids, seemingly suddenly remembering something, and glanced at the black plastic bag she brought.
Seeing her gaze, the three Frogmen subconsciously reached for their weapons.
"Just remembered, my team also prepared a lunch for me."
