If we can't finish them, just take them back with us when we leave. I can handle them all by myself.
Feng Yi unwrapped an ice cream and started munching, while the boss sent an employee to take two boxes to the rest area.
Pan Weining came over hesitantly and briefly mentioned the matter at hand.
"It's just that it was so sudden at the time, they didn't react. Now they want to... relive it," Pan Weining said.
"You mean I should beat them again?" Feng Yi asked.
"Just one of the two is enough; they just want to see how they were hit last time."
"Sure," replied Feng Yi. It was a small matter.
Paintball gun in hand, Feng Yi headed to the nearest practice field.
This field had no targets as it was designed for combat practice, with sandbags and hay bales scattered around as cover.
