After the burning sensation in his stomach disappeared, Feng Long hiccupped with satisfaction.
He said sentimentally, "After tonight's meal, I'll get off the train tomorrow and return to the front line with my team. I've no idea when we'll have a chance to get together and enjoy chatting over drinks like this again!"
"What's wrong? Is the battle with the Million Dwarves Country tight?" Su Mo asked curiously as he nibbled on the well-seasoned chicken legs.
The relationship with other territories still could be reconciled, but the relationship with the Million Dwarves Country had no room for discussion ever since the ambush on Black Stone Base Camp.
There must have been countless conflicts between the territories during their development stages in the past seven years. It was to the point where they were arch-enemies that could not bear each other.
