The monk frowned as he looked at the food in front of him.
Mudd!
What the hell.
It's better to have roast chicken for a cheaper price.
"You devils... No, do you all eat this stuff?"
"Sashimi? Even this?"
"And what are these little rice balls? Such a big plate is not enough for the labor and management to eat in one bite..."
The monk said with a look of disgust.
On the side, Chief of Staff of the Japanese 4th Division Yuki Nishijima and Deputy Captain of the 3rd Regiment Kubota Asao each looked at each other, and extreme contempt could be seen in their eyes.
As if to say, that's it? Nothing.
"hehe……"
"Mr. Wei, this is just a little dessert..."
“Isn’t the main thing all in the wine?”
"Come, come, drink...drink..."
Kubota Chaosheng, deputy commander of the Third Regiment of the Japanese 4th Division, began to persuade.
The monk curled his lips. If the commander hadn't given him a strict order, he wouldn't have bothered to chat with these devils...
A little bit, not serious at all.
The devil’s food is not delicious, but it is still food. Based on the principle of not wasting it, the monk can only take care of it...
Drink the wine as water by the way.
"What bad wine."
"It's so boring."
"Just drink from the wine bottle..."
"This small cup is not enough to rinse your mouth!"
The monk rolled his eyes. As he said this, he couldn't help but rant on the side.
this?
That's it?
The fancy rhythm followed crazily.
"Mr. Wei, don't worry."
"These are hors d'oeuvres..."
"The main event is behind us!"
The Japanese deputy captain Kubota Asao suddenly clapped his hands with a strange look on his face, and then two Japanese girls walked out.
He immediately went directly to the monk's side.
These two devil girls seemed particularly proactive.
And the clothes also save quite a lot of fabric.
As the saying goes, after three years in the army, a sow can compete with a Diao Chan.
Although this sounds like an exaggeration.
But as long as the meaning is in place.
After the rhythm was brought up, the rest was completely unknown.
All of a sudden, it surged!
The moment seemed too...exciting.
The monk has been silently reciting discipline in his heart...
But if we shirk it now, wouldn't it be possible for these two devils to see their flaw?
Wouldn't all the Commander's plans be ruined by then?
The monk licked his lips, could I just... compromise?
For the commander's plan...
I...I sacrificed myself a little bit, it seems...it doesn't seem to be a big deal, right?
Just...just hold on steady now? Collapse?
At this point, all my thoughts... were completely confused and scattered...
Gradually, I gained some deeper understandings.
"For the Commander!"
"Why don't I sacrifice a hundred pounds of myself?"
"The commander has treated me with great kindness. Now that the commander needs it, I should... help the commander."
"Otherwise, wouldn't this be like a white-eyed wolf?"
"call……"
"right!"
"That's the truth!"
"It will be fine in the future...it will be fine in the future..."
The muttering to himself followed, and his eyes gradually became brighter.
The rest, how to operate it, is your own business.
The monk is completely showing his true nature at this moment.
After convincing myself... I felt much more relaxed.
Anyway...it's all for the Commander!
Yes! That's it!
The commander is heaven!
For the sake of the commander, I, Wei Dayong, can go through fire and water without any hesitation!
A mere remnant of a body! So why not!
The monk secretly made up his mind...
At this moment, my heart is filled with passion!
At this moment, this situation, this situation... the rhythm is picking up!
The surging power flows out!
Although the Japanese sake is light, drinking too much will make you feel drunk.
In order to leak the 'confidential information' without leaving any trace, the monk gritted his teeth and poured the bland sake into his mouth one after another.
In order to show that he was indeed drunk, the monk took a breath of cold air with a "painful" look on his face, and then leaned over the two Japanese women.
Sacrifice yourself for justice! Manly behavior!
"Kudata admires Mr. Wei's talent and strategy."
"I wonder where Mr. Wei usually works? Where does he live?"
"If you have time, Kubota will definitely pay you a visit."
"It is Kubota's honor to be friends with Mr. Wei."
The Japanese deputy captain Kubota Chaosheng said respectfully.
There has to be a way to use clichés.
The drunken monk's heart moved...
coming!
finally come.
"You're good!"
"What's your name...?"
The monk patted his head, showing doubts in a decent manner.
"Kudata Asao..."
"Mr. Wei, just call me Kubota."
Kubota Chaosheng continued to flatter him.
"oh……"
"Kubota..."
"You are different from that group of devils...well...that group of people."
"You are very gentle."
“Especially in arranging services.”
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
"You devil bitches are fucking white!"
"It's so tender..."
"I love so much……"
"belch……"
"oh……"
"You just said you were going to visit my house?"
"You just need to go to Tomb City..."
"Hey hey hey..."
"Our Tomb City is a good place..."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
"There are gold selling dens everywhere, but our Tomb City..."
"Um?"
"Ha ha!"
"Drink! Drink!"
"Come on! You devil bitches! Pour some wine for the workers!"
"That's not right...giving alcohol to workers..."
"Who asked you to feed me from a cup?"
"You don't have any eyesight at all!"
"What's that big mouth for?"
The monk played hard to get, and he was very precise.
In just a few words, the rhythm picked up.
There is stubbornness and passion in his eyes!
At this moment, it is a wave of overwhelming momentum!
Just do it!
For the rest, have nothing to fear.
At this moment, Kubota Chaosheng, deputy commander of the Third Regiment of the Japanese 4th Division, felt as if he had been scratched by a cat's paw, looking extremely impatient...
Why do you only say half of this?
Half of it? Still have half left?
Isn't Tomb City a gold-selling den? What kind of nest is that?
What is... unique about there?
Is this closely related to these two guys owning so many gold bars?
Could it be that there is a shocking treasure there?
Gudong...
The eyes of Asao Kubota, deputy commander of the Third Infantry Regiment of the Japanese 4th Division, suddenly lit up...
The passion is coming out smoothly...
The rhythm is full!
At the same time, Nishijima Yuki, chief of staff of the Japanese 4th Division, who had been sitting aside and saying little, also became interested.
At this moment, he kept hinting with his eyes to the Japanese deputy captain Kubota Chaosheng, asking him to speed up the progress of the routine.
After all, someone who can casually take out a thousand gold bars is not an ordinary wealthy person.
"Mr. Wei, is there something mysterious about this tomb city?"
"Mr. Wei, please don't lie to me..."
"Speaking of which, I've been to this Tomb City several times. It's just an ordinary town, nothing like that..."
"Haha... Mr. Wei drank too much and started talking nonsense..."
