Inside the base, a burst of hearty laughter came from Lu Mingliang's office.
"Brother Zhao, after seeing the overall strength of our noncommissioned officers at our base these past two days, what is your opinion?" Lu Mingliang asked with a smile.
"Brother Lu, Wuji concedes defeat." Zhao Wuji cupped his hands and said.
"Ha ha…"
"Brother Wuji, before our two bases competed, I said that the losing side could send five people to the Secret Realm, and you disagreed. Now it seems that your old brother didn't harm you, right?"
"Brother Wen, stop laughing at me." Zhao Wuji said a little embarrassedly to Wen JiaRen.
"Brother Zhao, it's not that I don't give you face. The five people you brought—do you think they won't be a burden in the Secret Realm?" Wen JiaRen said frankly.
