"Hey, Shan Feng, you old guy, what the hell are you up to?"
"Oh? Fan, are you willing to get out of bed?"
"Don't be impulsive, you're one of the few combat talents in the base. If anything goes wrong with you..."
"What? Fan? Since when did you become so sentimental?"
"What are you talking about."
"You know I've been fighting my whole life, right? I always thought as long as the Red Butterfly exists, I'd have a place to use my skills. But that kid Xiaofan completely wiped out the Red Butterfly. Now that there's such a good opportunity, won't you let me stretch my legs?"
"But those three old bastards aren't easy to deal with. Can't you call more people to help you?"
"Call people? Do you think Zhang Mancheng will be willing to take action himself? He said his duty is to manage everything about the Yanhuang Soul. Liao and Li are willing to follow me, but they're all old already, not as agile as young people. What's the use of calling them?"
"But you..."
