They could not be beaten down. They could not be crushed.
Then Fan Kui brought out the wine, filled the cups to the brim, and shouted, "Come, come, drain this cup!"
"A toast to Wan Tonghui's death, and to Captain Dream Snatcher's death. We should be celebrating even more now."
"So what if he had a fifth-grade battle body? Wasn't he still killed by our Heavenly Wolf?"
His voice soared into the sky as he drank wildly without stopping.
A female team member strode out, snatched up a cup of wine, and shouted, "That's right! What the hell is Di Geng sneering about? One day, we'll kill him too! So what if they don't give us rewards? If we're unhappy, we kill!"
All at once, the core members turned to look at the ordinary team members...
"What the hell are you resentful about? This is the Heavenly Wolf Team. Being assigned to Heavenly Wolf means you're unlucky. Now you can go back and keep lying flat. When there's a mission, we'll still forcibly conscript you."
"Of course, anyone who wants to stay and drink with us is welcome anytime. But remember—you need to get used to being suppressed, and get used to killing whenever you're unhappy!"
The ordinary team members' faces gradually turned livid, and inwardly, they cursed these Heavenly Wolf lunatics.
Things had already come to this, yet not a single one of them blamed Sikong Jing, who had slaughtered Captain Dream Snatcher in chaos. Every last one of them was simply sick in the head.
At last, most of the ordinary team members turned and returned to their lodgings behind the Heavenly Wolf Courtyard. They inwardly cursed their bad luck too. Why had they been assigned to the Heavenly Wolf Courtyard? Here, even if they fought desperately, they