"Brother, what on earth did you come across?"
After leading Jiangbei back to his own city defense camp, the commander couldn't help but begin interrogating him immediately.
He knew this guy was sane, it was just that he had seen something beyond his common understanding, something so shocking, that it led him to say things that sounded like gibberish to others.
It was precisely because he knew something that now the commander felt as if he was being clawed at from inside, devoured by curiosity. He desperately wanted to know what his usually unruly colleague had encountered when he had snuck into someone else's courtyard late at night and met Second Young Master Feng.
"Armor! I fought with a piece of armor all night, hahahaha, I am a waste, a good-for-nothing!"
Jiangbei, being interrogated, was laughing and crying, his expression extremely distraught. No matter how you looked at it, he seemed to have lost his mind.
"What armor? How did you fight with armor all night?"
