"Brother Hao, those people have caught up, damn it! How can they be like ghosts, no matter where we hide, they can find us so easily!"
The person who went to monitor them returned in a rage.
His face was stained with a dark red hue, his eyes fierce like a wolf's.
Their experiences these past few days were comparable to high-difficulty missions they had once executed. It was a situation of life and death, and everyone was prepared.
The brothers have no fear of death, they just hate the people from the Short Country to the core.
The public might not know, but the crimes once committed by the people of the Short Country were far more brutal than what was revealed to the world.
Those of them who once wore uniforms and shouldered responsibilities knew more of the inside story.
The sins committed by the people of the Short Country are unforgivable and eternal.
Gu Dehao reached out to touch the simply bandaged wound on his shoulder, his eyes dim.
