"Brother Feng, please take it easy on me. I've never written more than a thousand words in an essay since I was a kid. A ten thousand word reflection might as well kill me!"
"Brother Feng, dear brother, how about we negotiate and write a total of ten thousand words together?"
"Please make an exception!"
In the corridor, the Martial Monks were wailing in distress, all feeling immense pressure.
Xiao Feng frowned, glancing at Hua Ling's subordinates, then at his own eighteen Martial Monks, feeling a strong dissatisfaction arise.
This is the difference between regular troops and bandits, oh no, regular troops and ragtag soldiers.
The other side follows orders strictly, the boss's words are gospel, and they don't dare to complain.
In contrast, his own people were all talking at once, creating chaos and appearing extremely unrefined.
"Do you guys think ten thousand words is too little, and want me to add more?" Xiao Feng asked coldly.
