"That's right, keep going!"

At this moment, one of the bald old men's expression suddenly changed, and then he showed an anxious look:

"Ouch! Ouch!"

"I need to go to the bathroom urgently. Who can play a game for me first?"

"Old Brown, you're not doing well anymore. You're getting old and you poop and pee a lot!"

"No, no, no, whatever you say, I'll be back soon!"

Bald old Brown hurriedly pushed through the crowd and walked quickly towards the public restroom.

This caused a group of old men behind him to burst into laughter.

In the toilet,

Ali covered his nose, his tone revealing dissatisfaction:

"Do we have to meet here, Admiral Brown?"

At this moment, Old Brown's muffled voice came from a closed pit:

"There's no general here, just a retired old man taking a shit!"

Ali rolled his eyes. "You can say whatever you want. Can we talk somewhere else?"

"No!" Old Brown refused.

“My time is precious!”

"Only when I poop can I squeeze out time, um..."

A series of crackling sounds were heard, almost sending Alex away.

He frowned and said:

"I'll cut to the chase,"

"The Federation is in trouble now. I hope you can help, Admiral!"

Old Brown refused without thinking:

“No!”

"What's the point of looking for an old man like me when even you, a great general of the Federation Army, can't solve it?"

"It's better to find someone else as soon as possible..."