The people beside looked at each other.
"Count me in," the middle-aged man squeezed in and raised his hand.
The short and stout man saw him, his face lit up with joy, and he nodded, "Who else?"
"Me, me, me!" The young man beside also raised his hand, very anxiously.
"Ah Qiang, you haven't even grown a full beard yet, go home and stay put."
The young man's face turned red in an instant, "Brother Ju, you can't underestimate me. I, Zhang Ziqiang, may not be a great hero, but I'm also not a coward afraid of dying. If those drug traffickers come for me, we will definitely take them on! So what if we die? In eighteen years, I'll be a hero once more."
He didn't even consider whether this place falls under the jurisdiction of the underworld.
The Black and White Impermanence would probably need to apply for visas to come here.
Chen Hujiao looked at him, "Good! You've got guts. Ah Dong, get all the equipment ready."
