"Take a seat, Jiuxiao." The noble person asked the helper to arrange a chair for Huo Jiuxiao.
Huo Jiuxiao sat down and did not care about how others looked at him. He had a barrier around him, making him look very self-contained.
The few old men chatted about everything. It seemed that they were not disturbed by the entry of the younger generation. They were still indignantly lamenting some unfair things and some unimaginable policies. Unknowingly, they were talking about the military again. They were talking about a new type of pistol that the terrorist organization had recently developed. At this time, a few old men were passing around the pistol that was circulating on the Internet. In the end, it reached Huo Jiuxiao's hands.
