Ye Xin stared at Yang Chen and sneered, "No, at least twenty people. Although Gao Hong has been in prison for a long time, he is after all a fifth-class guard, not to be underestimated. Twenty people is already the minimum standard!"
Facing such a situation, Ye Xin did not make any concessions.
Yang Chen couldn't help but smile wryly, taking a glance at the team.
In this small-scale combat training, there simply aren't many people, with a team having at most barely two hundred people. Giving twenty people takes away a tenth of the force, weakening the firepower substantially.
"At most fifteen!"
"Nineteen! No less!" Ye Xin's beautiful eyes were fixed on Yang Chen.
Yang Chen reluctantly said, "Sixteen, each of us takes a step back!"
"Eighteen! That's the minimum bottom line!"
Yang Chen squinted his eagle eyes and said in a deep voice, "Seventeen!"
"Deal!" Ye Xin said with a victorious smile on her face.
