"Momo, their compressed biscuits are different from ours," Yan Gui handed a new pack of compressed biscuits to Mo Shangjun, "Try this one, it tastes pretty good."
"Hmm."
Mo Shangjun took the compressed biscuits.
After sharing with Mo Shangjun, Yan Gui turned around and gave the rest to Tang Shi and Yu Yitong. They didn't mind Yan Gui's action at all and accepted it straightforwardly.
During this period, the sounds of fighting became background music.
This phenomenon didn't last long.
Because soon, Duan Zimu single-handedly defeated four of them, with overwhelming strength.
While the four were focused on distributing the food for the 907 trainees, they didn't even give Duan Zimu any applause, looking as if it was nothing new.
"Brother Duan, you're off your game, it took you so long to finish them," Yan Gui joked, glancing at his wristwatch.
Duan Zimu shrugged indifferently and then walked straight over, "Save me some rations."
"Had already saved some for you."
