"Get the cameras ready, chop off one of Zuo Lin's arms."
Xing Wuyi pushed the golden-rimmed spectacles on the bridge of his nose with his fingers. His quiet expression was as if he had just said to treat everyone a meal. His relaxed tone gave everyone goosebumps.
This was the first sentence Xing Wuyi said after he received Du Peng's phone call and rushed to the Australian recruit camp by plane, he didn't even take a glance at Zuo Lin. He immediately glanced at the katana in the hands of Xue Tian and passed down his first order, which was also the first sentence he made after landing.
Chop off my arm? Even Zuo Lin's hair stood up. He blankly stared at this young man who looked handsome, gentle, and felt like a noble son as he said such cruel words, but he looked as if he did not care about it at all.
