"Thunderstorm? What a mad name." Yang Lie raised his eyebrow and looked at the gloomy Zeus, "Why do you have such an expression? Have you lost?"
"Nothing to lose." Zeus pressed his thumbs firmly up and down against his temple, "I just remembered a scene I didn't want to remember. Fortunately, he didn't join the army, otherwise, the recruit contest would be too hectic."
"Really?" Yang Lie's eyes stared at Enzo Rota's back for a few more seconds, "Unfortunately, such an opponent did not even join the army."
Zeus's mouth twitched twice, he muttered, "You better not feel sorry about that. For me at least, I can't feel sorry at all. I only feel that lady luck is on my side."
"Thunderstorm?" Lin Liqiang's ear twitched twice and used his elbow to prod against Enzo Rota's arm, "Old Enz, I've been very curious, how did you get such a powerful nickname?"
