"Wash your feet?" Tyrell heard an irrelevant word.
"I've written this rule at the back of the operation manual. You haven't seen it yet. I'll tell you in advance in case you don't agree and come to me again." Allen said casually.
He suddenly flipped back and saw the words on it. When all the new soldiers joined the army for the first time, their immediate supervisor should wash their feet to show that they cared about their subordinates and that the soldiers were equal. All the people in the war camp were brothers.
Before he finished reading the message, Tyrell felt dizzy. "What!? How could he wash the feet of those new soldiers?"
"Mr. Allen, please don't play tricks on us anymore, okay?" Holding back his anger, he said in a low voice.
"Trick?" Allen shook his head and said, "It seems that you think I'm just saying it."