"Alright, seems like there's an understanding."
It was meant to be a compliment, but when it reached the ears of Second Squad, it couldn't have been more eerie.
Involuntarily, a chill ran down their spines.
"That's... that's too kind of you."
The person standing in the front row received the comment with a trembling voice.
Even they themselves couldn't fathom the fear and dread they felt towards Mo Shangjun, unsure of where it stemmed from.
Somehow, the thought of Mo Shangjun being on the opposing side filled them with a bone-deep shiver.
Mo Shangjun hadn't really done anything excessive to them since she had joined their unit, except maybe her shows of force were a bit harsh.
"Singing before meals," Mo Shangjun shook her empty thermos, and with an extremely slow cadence, her gaze swept over them before she genially raised an eyebrow, "is there such a rule, yes?"
"..."
The crowd fell silent.
They had truly forgotten.
