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At eleven o'clock at night, Linghua led people through the streets, just like in the movies.
These people were not holding the machetes they were used to using. Instead, each of them was holding a short stick with a rope loop around the wrist to prevent it from slipping out of their hands when they were fighting.
"You guys, is it necessary to be like this?" Linghua, who was walking in front of the team, said speechlessly.
Behind her, Zeng Wangcai and others lined up, wearing anti-cutting suits, holding batons, wearing hats on their heads and masks on their faces.
Apart from the anti-cutting suits, everyone else was exactly the same, all wearing hats and masks.
This was Zeng Wangcai's request, and the masks and hats were donated by him as a friendly donation.
In this case, Xigoupan would definitely not be able to recognize them, and could only guess from the stick that Linghua was looking for Zeng Wangcai.
"I think this is great!" Little Leopard habitually replied, "It's great that you can't recognize us, Hua'er..."
Hearing the word "flower", Linghua's mouth twitched involuntarily.
When she grew up, people used to call her Yudanmei, and some even called her Linghua directly. Later, when she met Jiaopiyu, everyone called her Ahhua, and later Sister Hua.
In short, there are all kinds of names for it, but no one calls it Huaer. These two words are exclusive to the little leopard.
A group of people walked to the open space at the designated location, and a group of people climbed out from the other side and turned out from the corner, seemingly endless.
"Damn you, you little bastard, you don't follow the rules!" After seeing the approximate number of people, Ah Yang was furious, "Sister Hua, let's go!"
"Go, go, go, go!" Xiaobao slapped Ayang, "You are used to running away from the battlefield, right? You are afraid of nothing, fuck him..."
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