"Mrs. Mo, don't underestimate Feng Ling's seemingly skinny physique. Whenever we trained, she was always more capable than us. She always came in first during fights, and if we talk about close combat, around eighty percent of us here won't be able to defeat her. The remaining twenty percent will need some luck on their side to do it. She's ruthless!"
While speaking, K boldly placed his hand on Feng Ling's shoulder. They appeared just like brothers-in-arms.
Feng Ling did not avoid him but answered coldly: "I refuse your attempts to make me complacent with flattery."
K chuckled. "What's going on? Are you afraid that once Mrs. Mo knows of your position in our base, she would be moved into giving you a raise? Aiya, it isn't as though Mrs. Mo can't afford it…"
"Scram." Feng Ling slapped his hand away. "I'll accompany her to stroll around here for a while. Why is a big man like you always following us around?"
