Listening to Mu Cheng's description, Mo Shangjun could roughly understand why even Ju Qiong had to give him some respect.
Such talent truly constitutes a BUG-like existence.
He had a period of golden youthful brilliance, full of glory, excitement, and countless honors, reaching the pinnacle a soldier can achieve, a paragon among the Kings of Soldiers.
Such a person not only has ability but also luck and confidence.
Enough to earn respect.
"Then how did he become the cook class leader?" Mo Shangjun asked curiously.
"Well," Mu Cheng's cheerfulness faded instantly as he mentioned this, his smile disappearing without a trace. He hung his head and said, "Wasn't it because he got injured."
Mo Shangjun's eyebrows slightly moved.
