In comparison, the punch he'd thrown at Yu Tianfeng earlier seemed as weak as a tickle.
'If Gu Chen had actually gotten serious with Yu Tianfeng, that kid would probably be crippled by now…'
"Gu Chen, you..." Yang Yiling was stunned by the punch, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead from the pain.
"From this moment on, I am taking over command of everyone in B-Team. Whether its members live or die will have nothing to do with you," Gu Chen said, his face cold and his every word striking and forceful.
'Over a hundred people set out on this mission, and now a quick glance reveals only twenty-something survivors?'
'And at a time like this, instead of thinking about how to quickly and effectively treat his teammates, he wants to fight me for power and play these political games?'
'How could the Yang Family produce someone like this!'
Old Du had predicted that B-Team would suffer more than fifty percent casualties, but he clearly didn't grasp the reality of the situation.
