"Don't believe it?"
Noticing Yuan Hai's expression as he tried to suppress his anger, Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow and asked him with a smile.
"..."
Yuan Hai didn't speak.
"We've completed two-thirds of the tasks," Mo Shangjun said, "and we at GS9 haven't lost yet."
Haven't lost?!
Upon this reminder from Mo Shangjun, Yuan Hai immediately reviewed the projects he had crossed out.
Then, he felt his once fiery heart gradually growing cold.
— The crosses weren't because GS9 lost, but because their results exceeded the X Special Combat Team but weren't as impressive as Mo Shangjun expected.
In other words, they had still won, just not as flawlessly.
Yuan Hai swallowed.
In this scorching heat, he felt a chill typical of deep winter, a cold breeze rushing from all directions, piercing his bones, making him shiver.
This was indeed somewhat beyond imagination.
He couldn't help but recall the terrifying feeling of being crushed by Mo Shangjun's strength, with no hope in sight.
