A bunch of ragtag soldiers are about to make contact with the real regular army.
Actually, they were still quite far away. Chicken Brother glanced over and said to Uncle Er, "Dad, those guys standing on the shore look like mainlanders, and... Song Zai, do you know them?"
The industrial park where Chen Ke and his team were stationed was a port. He brought a group of men to pick up people, and they were quite far away. The group of men standing on the dock were just shadows, but they were like replicas of Song Yuanchao, standing exactly like him.
Of course, Master Er knew about the international police long ago, and he also knew that they were similar to Song Yuanchao.
However, after decades of separation, he had long forgotten what mainland soldiers looked like, especially in a place like the Philippines, where the locals were all like caramel popcorn—dark-skinned, small, and hunched over.
Of course, none of Master Er's men were particularly good-looking.
So when he saw the row of tall, straight figures on the dock, resembling white poplars, he blurted out, "They do look like the New Fourth Army."
Even though he was praising the person opposite him, Song Yuanchao proudly puffed out his chest.
Because it's a small port, large cargo ships can't dock directly, and people have to use floating islands to get ashore.
Imagine how novel it must have been for Brother Chicken and his gang of brightly dressed ragtag soldiers to see a group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms, but most of them were still wearing thermal boots and cloth straps, making them look like primitive soldiers.
Chen Ke and the others were so shocked they couldn't close their mouths.
Chen Rou brought along an old man with a white beard, the kind of man who, if touched, would fall apart and be impossible to put back together.
A man with fiery red hair, like a rooster, was carrying a bamboo cage; a man who was at least 1.9 meters tall was carrying a refrigerator; there were also people carrying prayer cushions, carrying suitcases, and of course, there were also people carrying ammunition boxes. But were these people really here to perform?
The moment he saw this group of people, only two words came to his mind: rejection.
But Chen Rou quickly convinced him, because she said, "There are two murderers who killed Chen Juan. One of them is the old man's son, who is also the biggest boss in Kowloon."
A woman who defied the binding of her feet with her life, resisted marriage with a hoe, and finally put on ballet shoes could have run all the way from the remote northwest mountains, overcoming all kinds of dangers and heading to Paris to become a world-renowned ballerina.
But she ultimately died in Hong Kong, on her journey to pursue her dreams.
Chen Ke could not forgive the person who killed her, and indeed, it turned out to be an old acquaintance of his.
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