"This is impossible!" A man in a suit and glasses crushed the coffee cup in his hand, lost his elegant composure, abruptly stood up, and screamed.
The faces of the group leaders present all looked terribly ugly, especially the fatty who had just been adamantly sure of a great victory over the enemy—now he was so ashamed he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
On the screen, the gap in our front line, like a knocked-out incisor, mocked their naivety and ignorance.
"Team battles are like this, the margin for error is extremely low, one command mistake, and the price could be the cost of a life," the blonde man said with a cold tone, chastising the group leaders while his gaze intensely focused on the battle, drawn to four individuals.
Apart from Dantai who directed the combat, and the assisting Natasha, the War King was as strong as the intelligence reports had stated. However, what surprised him the most was the fair and handsome young man.
