"As long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about firewood."
Mo Shangjun lazily said, pulling another person beside her who struggled symbolically twice, then was successfully tied up.
Conveniently, both of them belonged to two different groups.
Mo Shangjun guessed what kind of training they were up to. She just wanted to scare them a little, so they'd leave her some peaceful space. But apart from this, these people seemed to lack any skills except for one that could make anyone vomit blood—unity.
Seeing one person tied, the other group members rushed to help, but they had already been beaten into submission and lacked the strength to fight back, ending up tied themselves.
In the blink of an eye, only the last group remained.
Mo Shangjun thought they would finally run away, but this group's spirit of unity was truly staggering. A few gritted their teeth and, with a determination to fight to the death against Mo Shangjun, charged at her despite their pain.
