Fan Hanyi hesitated.
The frustration of everyone in the third squad weighed on him like a burden.
As the saying goes, "If one soldier is cowardly, the whole squad looks cowardly." As the squad leader of the third squad, he should stand up for his squad. Even if there were issues with them, he couldn't let them be the butt of jokes.
Yet, Mo Shangjun's pressure left him with no other option.
At the moment, he was in a dilemma.
He had to make a decision.
After much deliberation, a moment later, Fan Hanyi's brows furrowed slightly, and his voice deepened, "Fine, we lost this time. We'll wait for a next chance to compete."
"Then it's troublesome."
Mo Shangjun nodded agreeably.
The grudges between the second and third squads, with this matter, came to an end.
Nevertheless, the second squad had regained their pride.
Fan Hanyi's face dark as burnt charcoal, turned around and saw the third squad's faces, full of dissatisfaction. He waved his hand, "Let's go."
