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"Little rookies, run faster! Haven't you eaten yet?!"
"The one at the back, quickly catch up! He's like a child! He even wants to be a member of the Special Forces!"
On the back of the pickup truck, the Blood Wolf members who were wearing black t-shirts, camouflage pants, and black caps were looking at the members of the Special Forces who were carrying 50 pounds of weight and participating in the selection of the Special Forces. They mocked loudly. Fang Zhuo held a loudspeaker in his hand and placed one hand on his waist. He was very arrogant.
"Brother Zhuo, this isn't good! Don't provoke them!" Da Sha stood up and pulled Fang Zhuo.
"Da Sha, your brain might be damaged! Have you forgotten how we were humiliated by Lao Cai back then?! Stop pretending to be a white lotus and scold me too! This feels so damn good!" Fang Zhuo grabbed Da Sha and stuffed the loudspeaker into his hand.