"How did the military training go this time?"
A man and a cat sat in a private room of a coffee shop, Lu Zixun, holding a milk tea, asked Xiong Kang.
"Not so good."
Shaking his head, Xiong Kang held his phone, "Their combat awareness is too poor, and they lack a sense of teamwork. If they faced the real Insect Clan, their survival rate wouldn't exceed 10%. They still need more training."
Lu Zixun, who initially thought they did okay, put down his milk tea and curiously looked at Xiong Kang.
"I thought it was not bad, but when it comes to you, it sounds so terrible."
Rolling his eyes at Lu Zixun, Xiong Kang put down his phone annoyed, "You hardly let them train along the way, it was mostly you taking action, while I watched their performance from the shadows, obviously, we saw different things."
Thinking back, Lu Zixun realized it was indeed as Xiong Kang had said and shook his tail embarrassingly.
"Knock knock knock."
