The vehicle once again passed through white moon City, through the forest, and entered the Wei Wu Army's territory.
Li Hao got out of the car and tidied his clothes.
The driver drove off. This was hou Xiaochen's personal car. If it wasn't for the fact that Li Hao didn't have a car, hou Xiaochen wouldn't have even given him a ride.
At the entrance.
Someone was waiting.
Mu Lin, who had nothing to do, was obviously the most suitable candidate. As for the other Centurions ... None of them came. They had things to do and were currently training their soldiers in the distance.
Of course, they could also take some time out to train their troops. However, they had just been beaten up yesterday, and they had to welcome him today. Everyone would feel embarrassed.
"Welcome!"
Mu Lin was still as polite as yesterday.
He was laughing.
Li Hao finally realized that fatties liked to smile. When they smiled, they would look simple and honest.
