"Were you calling me?"
From the slope, Mo Shangjun's voice drifted leisurely.
The people who had just been swearing were startled by the sound, quickly raising their eyes to see Mo Shangjun's figure among a cluster of miscellaneous trees, causing goosebumps to rise all over them.
Damn!
Mo Shangjun!
At this moment, Mo Shangjun was sitting cross-legged on the slope, holding a Type 95 rifle against the ground in one hand, while the other hand held a wild fruit from who knows where, taking a crisp bite that sounded delicious.
Someone in the team subconsciously swallowed.
"Captain Mo, be kind, please don't torment us anymore?"
"So it was you, Captain Mo, I was wondering who was painstakingly putting us through this grind..."
"Captain Mo! Were you really with us all along? You don't look it, way too cool!"
...
The team members, both male and female, began praising Mo Shangjun as if they'd tasted honey, completely changing their earlier attitude.
