"Everyone who just had their name called, step out."
When Mo Shangjun said this, her eyes were fixed on Du Xiangxiang.
Feeling Mo Shangjun's gaze, Du Xiangxiang pursed her lips unwillingly but finally reined herself in a bit.
Thanks to the earlier show of force, this bunch of trash finally became somewhat obedient. Though not entirely willing, everyone named by Ya Jiale obediently moved to the front.
Not immediately making any move, Mo Shangjun first turned around, found a spot on the ground to place a folding stool, and then set the bag in her hand aside. Every action was deliberate, as if these few movements mattered much more than them.
After a while.
Mo Shangjun finally came over, holding a loudspeaker and a stack of printed papers.
"Not bad, out of 72 people, just 13 are misbehaving."
Mo Shangjun smiled at them, showing no sign of blame—unexpectedly amiable and satisfied.
