Buffoons

Lu Fan looked at the screen in front of him as he felt a headache coming on.

These idiots had already started killing each other even before they got into the compound. What was the point of coming all the way here just to get themselves shot and leave their bodies lying there? They were destroying the well-groomed greenery.

"Look at these fools. Why on earth would you come out of hiding just because bullets aren't coming your way? Look at that idiot trying to use poisonous mist for cover. This is… unsightly."

Lu Fan could hardly stomach what he was watching on screen.

These so-called 'elites' were shooting randomly at this point.

It was understandable, but from his perspective, they were just sitting ducks.

Why would you use a gun when you are well concealed in the mist? The flash bang was a dead giveaway.

At least Han Ming was using his brain a little, but why was he insisting on running around offing people with his knife?