"What on earth are you two doing?"
Little Pig crossed his arms, his scarlet eyes coldly staring at the two.
Ming and Norris knelt on the ground, eyes fixed on the floor, too afraid to speak.
"I asked you to practice to adapt to the battlefield atmosphere, yet you charged directly into enemy lines. Do you think you're dying too slowly?"
"Especially you, Ming!"
Louisa's fingertip sharply poked Ming's forehead, which had recovered completely thanks to the Water of Life.
Feeling like she was pushing against a heavy iron gate, Louisa silently withdrew her finger and continued her scolding.
"Not listening to commands and acting on your own, do you think the battlefield is your personal stage? Do you realize this not only caused Norris to suffer with you but also disrupted the delay plan set by the boss? Are you only capable of causing trouble for the boss?"
Causing trouble for the boss!
These words visibly made Ming tremble, with tears the size of beans falling drop by drop.
