Xie Jun was sitting behind the spacious desk, his legs crossed and resting on the table. After a moment of silence, he took two strong drags of his cigarette and tossed the butt into a brazier in the middle of the room.
Xie Jun stood up with a grim expression.
"Dutian, this time you underestimated the enemy. We've lost over a hundred pieces of Snow Wolf Armor for keeping warm, along with the lives of dozens. You have to learn from this lesson!"
Xie Jun and Dutian did not know each other before; they only met after starting work in the Armed Department. They would nod at each other in passing, as everyone knew they were both new recruits.
After entering the post-apocalyptic world, Xie Jun had shown traits of being ruthless, decisive, and resolute. When he got tough, Dutian, Feng Lei, and Zhou Hua all felt intimidated.
Dutian knew he had been careless this time. Hearing Xie Jun speak like that sent shivers down his spine.
"Brother Jun, it's my fault. I was complacent."
