The night was warm with a gentle breeze.
Peter, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, stood beside him as the captain of Team 12, eagerly lighting it for him.
"Big brother Peter, our Team 12 really can't survive this time."
"The sudden change from above has really made things tough for me."
While cursing the people upstairs with his subordinates, the captain of Team 12 began complaining to Peter.
Peter laughed, "So what? Who asked you not to take care of the newcomers? Look at the mess you're in."
"Haven't you grabbed the most newcomers every time before? They've all been ruined because of you."
"What, you want to borrow money? As if everyone's salvation vouchers aren't their lifeline, I haven't even collected enough for this month."
Team 12's captain chuckled, "I know, I know, it's tough for everyone."
"But I really can't last much longer, could you possibly find a way to spare some people for me?"