With the backing of such a major country like the United Kingdom, even the United States, no matter how rampant, has to consider the influence.
Upon returning to the base, Ye Hao saw many brothers in high spirits, eager for action, while Xue Zhaolong and a few others were peculiarly arguing.
"Damn it, I clearly was the one who split that person in half with one strike, and you still claim your sword was the first to kill."
"Bullshit, I clearly was the one who slit the throat, and then you just came to claim cleanup." Zhuorong Town replied coldly, almost itching to start a fight if Xue Zhaolong continued to babble.
"You son of a bitch, you can even say that, Song, come here."
"Screw you, I'm done playing, you guys play however you want." Lu Yunsong spat after saying and walked into the room.
"Coward." The two taunted once again, resuming their argument over who killed first and who killed more.
