"I wonder how many days you can hold out!" Mu Qianli said with schadenfreude plastered across her face.
"Please, it's just a bit of fun. It's not like anything serious will happen. Do they really intend to train us into warriors or something? It's just a formality."
Idealism is beautiful, but reality…
Fang Zongli, wearing a duckbill cap, slathered in several layers of sunscreen, and sporting a large face mask as part of her full battle gear, stood in line and gaped at the sight before her. A police officer was standing there, dressed in a uniform, soft cap on his head, black leather boots on his feet, a walkie-talkie attached to his arm, and a bulging tear gas electric baton at his waist, with a small handgun to boot. Everyone was stunned.
Were they playing for such high stakes?
They even had guns?
At that moment, the team leader walked in cheerily, followed by a stern-faced, tall, fit police officer with healthy skin color and epaulettes on his shoulders.