"Who was it last night saying they were going to beat up Sun Yang? Now you're talking about being civilized. What a double standard!"
Han Ruoxi was speechless and rolled her eyes.
"Fine, fine, I won't argue with you. I'm going to get my gear, okay?!"
Meanwhile, Shen Qiuyue was already geared up and ready to go. She stood at the entrance of the lounge, Dueling Sword in hand, and spoke calmly.
"You all better hurry up. If you keep dawdling, you'll miss the supply distribution from logistics!"
Sun Yang came running out, buckling his boots as he went.
"Miss, can't you relax a little? It's still early! Those guys in logistics always drag their feet. We'll just end up waiting even if we go now!"
Shen Qiuyue glanced at him, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.
"Waiting is fine, but if you dare drag us down during the mission, I don't mind using you for a little Swordsmanship practice first!"
"Hey, I wouldn't dare!" Sun Yang said, waving his hands and forcing an ugly smile.
