The movements at their side were so big that quite a few people in the crew were already looking over.
Standing quietly at the side, Qu Zixiao and Song Qingqing had already seen them.
"Brother." Taken aback, they quickly walked over.
Song Qingqing's brother raised his hand and pressed the walkie-talkie. "The situation has changed. Everyone, on standby."
He looked up at the scene again.
Dressing in armor, Ferdinand was still conscientiously acting as the villain on the battlefield.
Under the blue sky, Song Qingqing's brother almost felt like he was dreaming.
Or had he reported wrongly to his superiors today?
"Brother." Song Qingqing called with a rather natural expression and said apologetically, "You made a wasted trip because of me. This mercenary probably isn't the person you were talking about. They used to sell barbecue."
