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Speaking of his son, the Old Man was proud and his subtext was clearly to bribe and sway Zuo Yi—without any benefit, why would someone help you?
"Stay away from me," Zuo Yi frowned with disgust. If it hadn't been for his respect for the old and young, he would have already beaten up the Old Man with the poor character.
"You are insulting our squad leader Zuo," a young Soldier burst out with anger, clearly offended by the Old Man's words.
"He looks down on Chinese people, beat him up," the Old Man said sheepishly, but still urging Zuo Yi to take bullets for him.
"Come on, how are we going to fight?" Zuo Yi had such a chivalrous and fiery temper. Death? Fight first, then talk.
"Trojan?" Although Zuo Yi was short in stature, he was extremely fierce, and his tendon-laden muscles were so strong they intimidated Tole, who involuntarily felt daunted before the battle and asked the Trojan for a ruling.
