"Why do I have the feeling that we're going to get dragged off for interviews by the third- and fourth-tier reporters? Isn't this like making history?"
Feeling the dark clouds converging on everyone's faces, Wang Shi wanted to say something to lighten the mood.
He was speaking the truth.
Returning from the red stele was something they could brag about for a lifetime, a feather in their cap that would give them an advantage in future promotions to squad leader over others.
In the following days, each of them would produce a very detailed investigation report.
Although from beginning to end, what Wang Shi and the others had done amounted to only two things—watching the captain fight and observing Bai Wu's analysis.
Lin Wurou was in agony.
"Wang Shi, are you fucking brain-dead? Is Bai that big? Don't you know how to read the room? Fuck your mother!"
Wang Shi fell silent.