Through the rainy night, after frantically running for two li, Wang Hao finally put Fan Tong down.
His parents were too prescient when naming him—so accurate that his mouth must have been blessed by high monks from Mount Wutai.
Fan Tong, what a 'rice bucket' indeed—a term that perfectly suits him. Not even 160 centimeters tall, yet he weighs a solid 180 pounds.
When Fan Tong heard the sound of gunfire fade away, he quickly patted his chest, still shaken, and said, "That scared me to death, really scared me to death!"
"Brother, which unit are you from? Once we get back, I'll make sure General Fort rewards you handsomely!"
However, before he could finish his sentence, Wang Hao pressed the pitch-black muzzle of a gun to Fan Tong's head and said leisurely, "If it's from an enemy unit, what kind of reward could there be?"
Seeing the black muzzle of the gun pressed against his head, Fan Tong was so scared that he wet his pants on the spot.
