Number 11 shook his head, "First Class Merit? Only if there's a bomb inside the venue and you plug it with your body!"
Number 3 quickly grabbed Number 11's arm, looking around nervously, and said,
"Don't talk nonsense about these sensitive words! I heard there are snipers nearby! Be careful, or a little red dot might aim at you!
I'm telling you, with Number 1 around, we have no hope for a second-class meritorious service. Safely striving for third-class merit, how good would that be!"
"Hey, looking at Number 1, he'd probably want to take both second-class and third-class merits all by himself!"
Fang Huai glared, "You dissing me?"
At this moment, Lin Chong stood with his hands behind his back, quite arrogantly saying,
"You guys keep squabbling; anyway, those Military Merit Medals won't land on my head."
In reality, he was incredibly envious. The Internal Guard's Military Merit Medals were probably the hardest to get.
