Such a lavish statement brought a momentary stillness to the entire team's atmosphere.
It's been a long time since we've seen Demon King Fang slaughter a bull!
Everyone looked at Ye Jiahong with mischievous intentions.
Ye Jiahong glared back, wanting to tough talk his way out, but his pockets contained a total of barely a hundred yuan.
"Damn, brothers, I've always been generous with you! Our bond, how could money possibly buy it?"
"Hehe, Captain Ye, it's not about the money!
"That's right, mainly just itching for some action!"
Everyone approached, laughing.
"Crap, Chen Zhenghai! Old Zhao! Protect me! Prot...
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Jiahong's head was covered with a camouflage uniform.
"Haha, hurry up, let's whoop some skin!
"Ow! Damn, damn it!!"
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Baiyun Armed Forces Department.
Fang Huai stepped down from a regiment's jeep, took a pack of soft Huazi cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and handed it into the car.
