"Give me that woman, and you can have the hostages."
Team One was stunned for two seconds before realizing that "that woman" referred to Mo Shangjun, holding a gun.
They looked at each other in confusion and turned their gaze toward Mo Shangjun.
Just then, she tilted her head to the side, looking at them with a cold and detached gaze. With one look from her, a chill spread through their bodies.
Mockery, derision.
It was as if she was laughing at them, certain they would agree to this condition.
They couldn't help but feel guilty.
At that moment, they heard the instructor's voice again, "Three minutes."
Members of Team One exchanged looks.
Three minutes to consider.
If they agreed, they could avoid the battle; if they didn't, a fierce fight would follow.
After all, there wouldn't be just one instructor; there could be other ambushes waiting for them.
Gradually, they started discussing, considering the viable options for this situation.
