Drake Easton looked at him skeptically.
Flossie Wright was the soldier he had trained. He knew her skills better than anyone. Compare to Calvin Ramos, she would be crushed in seconds.
"Trust my intuition." Rowdy Brightwill raised his eyebrows, full of confidence.
"Last time during the drill, you said to trust your intuition, and then you led us into a minefield, and our team was wiped out." Drake Easton crossed his arms, ruthlessly throwing a wet blanket, "Last year during the field survival training, you also said to trust your intuition. You got us lost, sprained your ankle, and in the end, it was the Captain who found us and brought us back."
"…"
Rowdy Brightwill's eyebrows twitched, he had nothing to say in his defense.
This game seemed to be randomly picked by Rowdy Brightwill. But in reality, these names were all pre-selected by him.
