Before leaving, Ling Mo went to find Yu Wenxuan.
These past few days, the people of the Second Camp had become very familiar with him. Not only did no one stop him on his way, but some even stopped to warmly greet him.
"Ling, good day."
"Ling, good morning..."
"Good your sister, it's already noon. Heh heh, Ling, have you had lunch?"
At first, Ling Mo responded a few times. Finding himself alone and overwhelmed by greetings, his mouth nearly dry, he simply nodded with a smile, saving himself a lot of saliva...
Although the Second Camp was nominally under the jurisdiction of Falcon Camp, in the eyes of these new and old members, their real boss was actually Commander Yu Wenxuan.
As for the Falcons? Too far away to be their problem...
Even the presence of Su Qianrou couldn't change this situation.
