"Rest for half an hour, we'll move in an hour—ensure the mission is completed within ten minutes."
Mo Shangjun's tone was too calm. It was more like stating a fact rather than a pre-battle rally.
So, when it reached the ears of Duan Zimu, Yu Yitong, and Tang Shi, they almost naturally believed that this was precisely Mo Shangjun's plan, and in her view, things would definitely progress as she said.
It's been virtually the same every time in the past half month.
When Mo Shangjun spoke in this tone, it proved she truly didn't take the challenge in front of her to heart.
In fact, not a single time did things exceed her expectations; they would often unfold as she envisioned.
It's not arrogance or pride, nor is it an excess of confidence or blind faith in herself.
Rather, it's based on Mo Shangjun's weighing of factors, convinced that things would proceed as she thought—they were built upon her trust in the entire team's overall strength.
"Okay." Duan Zimu nodded.
