"Hurry up and put down the gun, stop dilly-dallying!" The soldier spat out a mouthful of bloody water, crawled up from the ground, and pushed past his men to stand in front of Xue Zhi.
"If it weren't for your astounding achievements, I wouldn't have realized that big brother Xue Zhi is a wiseman. That punch was really strong!" the soldier said.
"Speak quickly, or just fart it out. Don't try to butter me up, I'm not your big brother," Xue Zhi said coldly.
"Hehe, Xue Zhi, though you don't acknowledge being my big brother now, I believe you'll soon accept this title. Whoever the Tank Mercenary Corps wants, they get. Oh, big brother hasn't introduced himself yet, my name is Draculas, and I'm your brother from now on," Draculas said.
Xue Zhi's face darkened, and he said coldly, "I'm not your brother, and you're not mine. Stop blathering here and scram right away, or I'll punch you again!"
