As everyone knew, when the Boss asked a question that required a "yes" or "no," there was only one correct answer: the former. At most, they could phrase it as something like, "That sounds great."
Below Meng Tu, there was basically no one in the Deep Blue Cluster who defied common sense by being overly eccentric. Even if there were, the full day's journey from the underground engineering camp to Lake City Forward Base had been enough to correct all their misconceptions.
When Ronan headed to the soldiers' Activity Room, even if the others had not understood at first, they naturally caught on once he and Fris stood up in succession. Then they heard they were going next door to Finding Fun. For this lively crowd, one call was enough to bring a hundred responses.
Ronan did not refuse.
Once the mood had formed, even those with other thoughts kept their mouths shut.
More than twenty people poured out together, surrounding Ronan as they streamed toward the South District.
On the way, Fris felt that a major group operation required ideological unity. He clapped his hands, preparing to stress a few points of caution. "Listen up, everyone. Boss Ronan is in White Dragon Fish Garment today..."
Before he could finish, Zhao Xi jabbed him in the waist.
"What?"
Zhao Xi had nearly reached his limit. Ronan had just made him finish another can, and the cold wind outside still had his head swimming. Yet now he had to muster all his strength to correct his superior's little mistake.
"That's not what it means!"
Fris shot back, "Then what do you think it means?"
Zhao Xi wanted to explain, but his mouth and brain refused to cooperate. He could only get to the point. "It doesn't sound nice..."
"Doesn't it?"
Fris