"Professor, I'd like to withdraw from the project." Frank Ford took a deep breath, glanced at the group of senior brothers behind him, then said word by word, "And at the same time, revoke all subsequent project funding."
The expedition team: "..."
However, the professor seemed to have expected this. He wasn't very shocked; he just nodded.
"Alright, let's leave it at that," the professor said.
This trip had been full of twists and turns, and the students they'd picked were all more cowardly than the last. He was getting old, already mentally exhausted, and had no energy left to wrangle this group of students.
They'd failed once, then again.
Looked like this project just wasn't meant to be.
Might as well give it up.
At this moment, Felipe Clark seemed to sense something was off. Panic flashed through him as he sized Frank up, then hurried over to ask, "Professor, what does He mean?"
