Hurry, Let's Go, Hurry!

Spat was Lin Feng's most trusted partner.

As for what kind of partner he was, he didn't tell Xia Jinyuan.

The news he brought made Xia Jinyuan squint his eyes. It seemed like Spat's identity was not simple.

Standing in the ruins that were destroyed by gunfire and where there were still bullet holes, Lin Feng spoke to Spat softly.

K7, who was the only one who understood, raised his head and looked at the two people who were conversing. He said to V8 beside him, "He's the provider of all our heavy weapons."

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"Did you hear wrongly?" V8 asked softly, full of suspicion. "He doesn't look like a Masoli man who can bring out heavy weapons."

He was wearing flip-flops. There was a faded gold necklace around his neck that was as thick as a finger. He was wearing a shirt that was obviously too small for him. The two buttons on his chest were unbuttoned, but the button below his neck was buttoned up tightly.