"The people you have at your command, are they just a bunch of half-baked amateurs?"
Slightly tilting her head, Mo Shangjun's mouth curled into a faint smile. When she looked at Bai Chuan, there was a barely perceptible mocking and provocative glint in her eyes.
More than half of the people present could understand Mo Shangjun's words, only a few who didn't speak the language were left in confusion.
As soon as she spoke, Bai Chuan didn't react much, but the others couldn't take it. Anger flared up immediately, and for a moment, their murderous gazes swept towards Mo Shangjun, almost as if they were about to lynch her on the spot.
However, Mo Shangjun, long accustomed to such an atmosphere, was completely unfazed by the hostile, angry, and adversarial stares, not taking them seriously at all.
"Compared to you, there aren't many who aren't half-baked either." Bai Chuan replied calmly and without anger.
