Two Tall Men Carrying Guns

The waiter was a little boy in his teens. He was thin and tanned."Yes!"

When he heard Feng Sheng speaking in the pure Japanese language, he thought that Feng Sheng was from the Wei Nation, and the smile on his face seemed to become friendlier.

In the southeast border, where there was a mix of good and bad people, especially in their small town closest to the border.

There were all kinds of people from all countries, and many of them were not even from the Wei Nation.

"Give me two bottles."

Feng Sheng said coldly.

Feng Sheng did not think that he was a person who lived like a prince.

During his strict training by Old Master Feng, he had experienced all kinds of hardships.

However, if he had a choice, he, who was a bit of a clean freak, would naturally not be willing to drink this kind of tea that was obviously not clean.

"Immediately!"