Feng Yin was stunned.
He'd basically done nothing since arriving, so how had he ended up being the boss? It was just absurd. He had always kept a low profile.
Regardless of who it was, they'd all greeted him as 'Gentle Boss', even including the female assassins.
As he thought, a tree branch flew by and his two steamed buns flew off.
The angry reprimanding voice of the instructor echoed, "You're only allowed to take one steamed bun at a time!"
Feng Yin cursed inwardly: Screw you and your bloody ancestors! I earned these buns fair and square, why the hell can't I eat them?
But he understood the instructor's tactics. Arguing would only make things worse, so he obediently pocketed the last bun before hurriedly stuffing it into his mouth.
The others who were planning to follow suit quickly cooled their curiosity, quietly grabbed their buns, and dared not say a word.
Feng Yin rapidly stuffed the bun into his mouth, and his movements gradually became quicker and more fluid.
