Han Ruoxi, sitting off to the side, rolled her eyes.
"Your marksmanship is just incredible. You don't shoot the Insect Race, you specialize in shooting grass!"
"What do you know?"
Sun Yang took several large gulps of his drink.
"That was strategy. What if the Insect Race was hiding in the grass? I was clearing it out beforehand to prevent them from ambushing us!"
"Alright, alright, you two stop arguing!"
Li Chang'an walked over and set his equipment aside.
"Bai Lin, have you finished organizing the data you just recorded?"
"It's all organized!"
Bai Lin, standing a short distance away, checked his terminal.
"I've already uploaded it to Command. We should get some feedback soon!"
"Mm, let's rest for now and wait for news."
Li Chang'an nodded, then sat down and rubbed his shoulders.
"Brother Chang'an, can I ask you something?"
Han Ruoxi suddenly leaned in, her expression a little hesitant.
"How long do you think... a squad like ours can last?"
