Yang Fei covered the tea jar with his hand and wailed.
"Sir, it's just a bottle of Maotai Liquor, isn't it? Next time I go to the old man's place, I'll grab a whole case for you, no need to make me work as soon as we meet, right?"
Wu Yuanzhong snorted: "If it weren't for the reformation of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team, I wouldn't bother with this."
"The World Special Forces Competition is held at the Russian Chechnya Special Forces Training Base, and Huaxia is sending four Special Forces units."
"I've tried hard to secure a spot, and if you Evil Dragon don't attend, I'll give it to another unit."
Yang Fei, lazily drinking his wine, shot up upon hearing this.
"What, sir, you finally secured a spot this time?"
Wu Yuanzhong nodded: "The World Counter-Terrorism Special Forces Competition, held every three years."
