Ji Jue answered with a smile.
Nirvana Old Deng, can't he stop relying on his old age for authority?
He dared to bet that if something really went wrong, Old Deng, carrying a bucket, would run away, and his old legs' speed might just be faster than a missile...
"Oh, two new faces have arrived again this time."
Beside the grizzled old man, a dignified middle-aged man also showed a warm smile and reached out: "Truly, young talents, heroes and elites abound in the resistance camp."
"You're flattering us."
Ji Jue also clasped the other's hands like a long-lost lover, tightly intertwined: "The camp's development still needs the support of insightful individuals like you!"
"Oh, not at all, just adding a touch of glamour, that's all."
The middle-aged man stroked his beard, laughing proudly.
Just as there are always traitors everywhere, there is never a lack of people who take risks for personal gain as double-crossers.
