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The three of them boarded Zheng Qing's jeep, which bore special license plates, and immediately headed to the rendezvous point.
"Do we not need to change clothes?" Li Qianxia asked, seated in the back with Yang Qinglan.
She had originally planned to have frog legs with her girlfriends today, so she was wearing a black denim skirt with rolled hem, the hemline rising 20 centimeters above the knee. If it wasn't for the safety shorts she wore, Li Changzhou would have broken her legs.
As she would say—don't look at me with only a B-cup, but I have the heart of a spicy girl.
"We have military uniforms and gas masks ready at the gathering point," Zheng Qing explained.
The jeep charged forward, breezing through red lights; the situation was truly urgent, with many people in war-torn areas waiting for their only hope.
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Ming City's third military base.
