"Despite everything you've said, there are still three spots open. Why can't we take it?" Shin-ji asked, staring at the crowd who were speaking to Min-ho's short and timid friend.
"That's the thing. I've recruited some Z-Streamers..."
Shin-ji's frown deepened.
"And they are not as seasoned as the three of you," Min-ho explained. "None of us are. We're all still trying to understand each other and fight as one. But you three—I've seen the way you fight."
Min-ho ran his eyes over them.
"You fight as a unit. Your timing and precision are impeccable. I'd kill for my teammates to have what you three have," Min-ho said, trying to sugarcoat it any way he could without it being obvious.
Everyone remained silent.
Shin-ji and Hang-wa felt angered by the fact that they couldn't counter him. They knew what he was doing, but they couldn't really say anything at this point without it coming off as antagonistic.
Meanwhile, Seo-bi felt a sense of pride at how cunning Min-ho was.
