The director was sitting in the director's office with a livid face, looking at Wen shunying who was standing opposite him. Wen shunying had his head lowered and did not make a sound. There were still traces of blood on his body, but it did not mean that he was seriously injured. The blood was on him when he came back with his companion. He did not even have time to change his clothes before he came to the director's office.
The director let out a long breath, calmed his emotions, and said in a deep voice, " "Tell me, what happened? You were actually defeated by the Allied forces of the various city-states in a head-on battle?"
&Quot; yes, Dean, " Wen shunying said in a deep voice. &Quot; we had more than six hundred people and they had more than seven hundred. We lost the last round. &Quot;
"Why did you lose?"
