"What, 100 times is too few?"
Mo Shangjun set aside her usual languor and casualness, her expression now ice-cold. A smile that wasn't quite a smile played at the corners of her mouth, which somehow sent shivers down one's spine and made scalp tingle with dread.
At this moment, Group B trainees were reminded of the fear they felt at the beginning of the training, a fear instilled by Mo Shangjun's control.
No.
Even at the very start of training, the fear Mo Shangjun brought wasn't as potent as it was now.
They could clearly feel that Mo Shangjun was very dangerous at this moment, but you couldn't see through whether she was disappointed, angry, annoyed, or just putting on this display on purpose.
However, their intuition told them that this time, Mo Shangjun was genuinely serious.
Suddenly, many recalled the words Mo Shangjun laid down when they first met her.
— Anyone who causes trouble with Group A behind the scenes, sorry, but I'll only be holding you accountable.
