"No wonder, I knew we wouldn't just suffer in silence. I didn't expect there to be a follow-up like this."
"That's so intense, seriously, Uncle Qin, you guys are too awesome."
....
These matters are all in the past now. With the apocalypse upon us, there's no longer any need for these secrets to be kept.
So, Uncle Qin shared all these things with Dapao and the others.
As they listened to how Uncle Qin and the others had shed blood for their country and were injured, frolicking abroad, each and every one of them wanted to take their place. So badass.
Time slipped by in these conversations, flowed quietly during their chats....
...
A thousand kilometers from here.
Southern.
Guangdong Province, Furong Mountain Base.
Old Bi was still guarding the gate with a few teammates.
In the past few days, the more Old Bi thought about it, the angrier he got, remembering Fang Tong and Xie Weishan leaving, and the incident when they stole the food.
