Zhu Wencong looked at Malik in his military attire; indeed, clothes make the man just as gold makes the Buddha. Changing into a different outfit really made a difference.
Malik had an excited expression on his face, finally getting to wear his long-cherished uniform and adorn the medals of honor.
After more than a year, Malik was about to head to the battlefield again, ready to start writing his own legendary tales.
"You're moving out so soon?" Zhu Wencong couldn't help but ask.
"We're a federal independent unit; we can't follow the main troop, so as the vanguard, we're departing first.
God, are you really going to send them all out? I'm very concerned about your safety!
Although you have become the biggest capitalist in California, there are too many people who want you dead.
Do you know why I dueled with that man? Because I was fighting on behalf of God!" Malik was very worried.
