Ever since the harsh training started, a short whip was always in Ling Lan's hand. These short whips were prepared by Luo Chao and Han Xuya. Ling Lan liked the feeling of holding them so she would play around with them even when there was no need to use them.
Suddenly, a flash of white light landed on her right shoulder. Little White looked at everyone with its cute puppy eyes, warming the cold aura around Ling Lan a little. Just a little.
Ling Lan scanned the crowd with her intense gaze. The soldiers from the base felt as though an ice knife was cutting into their flesh. Those that were weaker had to take a step back before they could withstand the intimidating aura.
When she noticed that all the members of 250 Ace Mecha Clan were standing near the entrance of the canteen, she frowned. "What happened?"