David and the others stood up, while the others leisurely sat on the bed watching the newcomers.
The person glanced at the other six people with a flippant air.
Tiger Claw Gang, Sixth Street Gang, Vortex Gang...
What's so great about them?
I used to belong to the Chaotic Blade Association, did all kinds of killings and arson, didn't I?
And yet, wasn't I put in my place?
"I'm your Lieutenant Clint, I'm giving you half an hour to choose a squad leader and a committee representative. Then change into your uniforms and assemble on the playground."
Clint had spent half a year at the hydroponic farm, discovering that the fully automated cornfields there were completely different from what he saw in Mewtwo, and he was very disappointed.
Technology has destroyed the pastoral dream, that's what it is.
