Ye Fan dressed in a sharp military uniform, hat properly positioned, and cloak fastened.
Zhuge Yunxue finished tidying him up, stepped back two steps, and took a look.
"Officer, you look quite handsome."
Ye Fan straightened his posture: "How handsome?"
Zhuge Yunxue blinked her big eyes: "So handsome it's falling apart."
Ye Fan felt it was necessary to give the main figures of the Dawn Army a lesson in Chinese, at least teaching them some vocabulary for compliments.
The walkie-talkie sounded, it was Zhao Xiaoman.
"Ye Fan, it's about time to attend the party, let's also discuss some strategies."
"Alright, I'll head back now."
Ending the call, Ye Fan began organizing people to board the vehicle.
First, he packed some powerful troops into the Commander's luggage.
Then, he led his Dawn Squad of over thirty people, driving four vehicles towards Shannan.
The winter wilderness was chilly with gusty winds as Ye Fan sat on the Fierce Dragon Vehicle, eyes closed, resting.
