They were shamelessly discussing the dead soldiers in the mess hall, showing disdain for all the heroes who had died for the people.
They felt that these dead soldiers, by taking millions in compensation, were using up the First Corps' military funds.
It had also reduced their own stipends, and even the budget for food and clothing had become much tighter.
"What are you laughing at?" Aidan asked from the side. "They were heroes. Are you mocking them?"
Aidan's eyes were bloodshot, his rims red. A hostile aura emanated from him.
Aidan looked furious. He stared daggers at the five of them, as if he would charge over and beat the bastards senseless the moment they confirmed it.
Lin Jingjing, standing beside him, glanced at him before saying, "No. I just find it ironic."
"Ironic how!" Aidan growled.
"Some soldiers in the First Corps resent the fact that the fallen warriors are using up the military funds," Lin Jingjing replied.
