At that moment, Gao Shaohui stood off to one side with a completely bewildered look on his face, a massive bundle slung across his back. A roasted deer leg protruded from a tear he could not pull shut, giving off bursts of savory meat fragrance. He looked utterly out of place beside the neat formation of three hundred people.
Faced with this situation, Chu Han's mouth twitched as he said, "Dismissed. Eat if you need to eat, rest if you need to rest."
"What?" Gao Shaohui was instantly dumbfounded. On the verge of collapse, he rushed up to Chu Han and rattled on, "What the hell are you doing? Why were you scaring people for no reason? I was halfway through my meal! Do you know how outrageous it is to interrupt someone while they're eating? Say something, damn it!"
He had thought the enemy was about to arrive, that they were either about to defend against an attack or launch one themselves. Yet after all that, nothing had happened at all. It had just been one of Chu Han's casual jokes?
Seeing that Chu Han said nothing under his barrage of questioning, without even a change in expression or a glance in his direction, Gao Shaohui could only helplessly rub his forehead and walk aside. "Forget it. I need some peace and quiet."
Everything had its natural nemesis. Chu Han had him completely under control, even though Chu Han's combat strength was nothing but trash in his eyes.
Meanwhile, the three hundred Wolf Fang Team members showed not the slightest frown or dissatisfaction upon hearing Chu Han's words. They immediately put away their fierce auras, sat down where they were, opened their packs, and began eating. The sound of conversation instantly rose among them.
They...
Were used to it.