Upon hearing this, a handsome black-haired young man beside Lu Yuan frowned and said unhappily,
"Who are you calling a little white rabbit?"
The other people also frowned slightly, a little unhappy.
After all, they were all geniuses of the genius camp, so they were naturally proud and arrogant. One could imagine how depressed they were after being looked down upon like this when they had just arrived at the camp.
The bald man grinned.
"What's wrong? Do you still think there's a problem with what we said? I heard you're the geniuses of the genius camp? In my opinion, you're all flowers in a greenhouse that can't stand the wind and rain."
Mag furrowed his brows.
"Senior officer, there's something wrong with what you're saying, right? We've killed many ferocious beasts in the Land of Origin and fought against all kinds of races. We're not flowers in a greenhouse."
Mag's words made the men in military uniform laugh.