Han Xuan looked over and took in a breath of cold air. The Flaming Forces were already together for ten years now, and Zhou Yao had a fiery temper. Although he did not hold back normally, every time they went over to the battlefield involving life or death, Zhou Yao's key principle was that they could not lack a single one, and these were his brothers that would live and die together with him.
He saw these soldiers as his brothers, and these soldiers saw him as their leader. The Flaming Forces soldiers had an extremely tight bond with one another, and nobody was able to break and ruin them in the past ten years.
But what was he doing right now?
Not only did he strike Ah Dong, but he was also planning to chase Ah Dong out?
Those soldiers wanted to speak, but as they saw Zhou Yao's cold and firm expression on his face, they hesitated.
"Older Brother Zhou…" Han Xuan stretched her hand out to tug his sleeve.
