"This is hardly arbitrary, there are so many names we can't use," Yang Yi glanced casually out the window, where he saw the dazzling sunlight.
Seeing the sun, Yang Yi associated it with the moon, and then he naturally suggested, "How about we call it 'Moonlight'?"
Mike frowned, "Moonlight? What does that mean?"
"It means nothing, it's just a random choice. Seeing the sunlight made me think of moonlight. If it must mean something, let's say moonlight can illuminate the night."
Charles frowned and said, "Moonlight? The name sounds a bit effeminate. I don't want to belong to some organization called Moonlight. Imagine this—I am about to kill someone, and then this is the punishment from Moonlight? Don't joke."
One person had already expressed opposition, and Paul also loudly agreed, "That's right, the name feels weird. Why don't we call ourselves Angels, and my codename will be Michael."
