Every move of Mo Shangjun was captured within a telescope.
Less than three hundred meters away.
"Seems like she's the platoon leader of their second platoon."
Peng Yuqiu, who sat on a tree, played with the telescope in his hand and looked toward Xiu Chunyun, who was maintaining firearms under the tree.
"That woman?"
A deep voice carried a hint of disdain.
"Don't underestimate her. The team leader has been keeping an eye on her," Peng Yuqiu analyzed, "She must have some ability, otherwise, the team leader wouldn't have made an exception for her to take part in this assessment. Tsk, I really want to know how much information she's discovered."
"The team leader's interest in her is his business," Xiu Chunyun was indifferent, "As for the matter of the information, if you're curious, ask her yourself."
The blunt words left no room for face-saving.
Helpless, Peng Yuqiu laughed and cursed, "Stubborn, you'll be the death of stubbornness!"
Xiu Chunyun ignored him.
