"Join the ranks." Third Uncle was obviously a bit excited, returned the salute, and said to Xu Chengcai.
Xu Chengcai marched with standard steps and stood firmly next to Ant.
Third Uncle, Old Qin, Ant, and Jackal stood in a straight line, four people, yet they exuded the momentum of a thousand troops.
Why did Old Qin, or Ant, or Jackal all have this tacit understanding when they met Third Uncle?
Because after they parted ways back then, they still hoped to reunite one day, waiting to return.
This was their obsession.
"Let's go inside and talk." Third Uncle smiled, looking at Jackal.
Ant and Old Qin, who were beside him, surrounded Jackal, giving him two punches to the chest.
Xu Chengcai pulled his son Xiao Yong from a few meters away and introduced him to everyone: "This is my son, Xiao Yong, eight years old this year. Come and meet these uncles."
Old Qin smiled, stepped forward, and touched Xiao Yong's head.
