Su Mo opened the cockpit and jumped out with a flip.
Whether it was people from his own squadron or NCOs from other squadrons watching, they all burst into applause.
Su Mo was also startled as he suddenly realized that, in an attempt to vent his depressive mood, he might have gone a bit overboard in controlling the mecha.
At that moment, Captain Mo Baoke walked up to Su Mo, stretched out his hand and patted Su Mo's shoulder hard, offering praise insincerely.
"Not bad!"
Su Mo's face was full of black lines. Why was this guy patting him so hard? Was he settling scores?
"Thank you for the praise, sir."
"But don't get too proud. In fact, your performance is just average at best. You have to understand that there are too many strong people in this world. Like me, do you get it? You need to remain humble."
Mo Baoke's old habit kicked in again, never forgetting to suppress Su Mo.
