Going to the battlefield to kill, if they do it once, they can do it ten thousand times!
But Fatty didn't expect that before he could enjoy the success, these guys started fighting among themselves!
This unhealthy atmosphere must be stopped! Damn it, they're maiming each other, and I'm busting my ass to discipline this team for nothing!
"It seems..." Fatty stood in the center of the training ground, looking around at the two distinct groups of disciples with a sneer on his face. "You still don't understand your current identities."
Fighting is one thing, but both groups of disciples knew who was in charge here. For a moment, there was complete silence, as they just glared at each other irritably.
Fatty's face twitched twice, then he sighed and asked Geoffrey beside him, "Fourth Elder, tell them your current identity."
"Mars Sect Mutual Assistance Alliance elder, bandit army advisor," Geoffrey looked at his undisciplined disciples with a stern expression.
