"Instructor Lin, what are your plans now?" Kong Lin didn't seem concerned about Lin Mu's tone, nor did he bother to ask about what had just happened. It seemed that for him, Lin Mu subjugating the Divine Machine Camp was never an issue to begin with.
"What do you mean 'what are my plans'?" Lin Mu leaned back in his chair, which was hardly the attitude a subordinate should show a superior. His words made Jiaolong and the others twitch at the corners of their mouths. "Aren't you just trying to get first place? I'll get it for you, and that'll be the end of it, right?"
Wow! What a big talker! 'I'll get it for you?' Do you think the military-wide competition's championship is like some cabbage you can just pick up? Something you can take whenever you want? You're looking down on the other six military regions, aren't you?
