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The men of the second squad had never been so grateful for the presence of Mo Shangjun as they were now.
A signal to "assemble," like a royal pardon, saw the neatly formed three columns of troops surge toward them.
In the blink of an eye, the 36 warriors of the second squad stood in three columns, and even though many were gasping for breath from exhaustion, each of them kept their spine ramrod straight.
Standing at the front of the formation, Mo Shangjun's face was expressionless as her gaze swept over them one by one.
Most were at the limit of their physical strength, so much so that even standing was unsteady, supported solely by sheer willpower.
Lin Qi stood at the end of the first row, his gaze fixed coldly on Mo Shangjun.
"Dismissed!"
Just two words from Mo Shangjun's mouth set the entire second squad free.
However, faced with such welcome news, the men of the second squad stared in disbelief.
