"Still know how to enjoy yourself with hotpot, huh." Lin Jian said, thoroughly pissed.
"When this mission is over, I'll treat you to hotpot tonight."
"He's already running hot. One more hotpot and he'll turn into a fire-breathing dragon."
"It's fine, we'll eat hotpot, he can eat ice."
...
A bunch of trash-talking teammates only made Lin Jian sink deeper into his bad mood.
Lin Jian cut them off impatiently, "Quit the crap. How's Team One's situation?"
A teammate asked, "Aren't you with that capable guy? They've already broken through the second door, he didn't tell you?"
Lin Jian: "..."
He silently glanced at Ruan Yan, who looked as relaxed as if he were playing a game, and couldn't help letting out a heavy sigh.
Once Ruan Yan went into work mode, he completely cut off communication with him.
All Lin Jian could do was stand here like an idiot and occasionally keep an eye on them.
The teammate said, "Be ready. When we close the net, we can't let those four get away."
