"Lin Jun, don't be uncomfortable. When I was fighting with the enemy on the battlefield, I shared life and death with my comrades, but I usually say anything swearing, but it didn't affect our relationship. Your little thing is nothing."

Lin Jun stood up and said, "General Han, I was unintentional just now. Don't be surprised. By the way, thank you for the long knife you gave me. If it weren't for it, I wouldn't have beaten the Japanese so quickly."

"You can't thank me for this." Han Hongsheng laughed cheerfully, obviously in a very good mood.

After laughing, he continued, "What you want to thank is my old comrade-in-arms."

Lin Jun looked in the direction of Han Hongsheng's finger, and an old man wearing a navy blue Chinese short jacket and a unique face walked in.

He walked very quickly, but he could hardly hear the sound. He was obviously a master with great skills.

The old man walked up to Lin Jun and said in an admirational tone: "The young man has good skills, but his attainments in fists and feet are not very deep, but it is still rare."

"What's this old man?"

"Blood Emperor, my old comrade-in-arms."

"Blood Emperor?"

This leader in the Chinese killer world is actually Han Hongsheng’s old comrade-in-arms?

The long sword in my hand just now was handed over by the Blood Emperor?

Lin Jun was shocked when he looked at the old man who was not astonishingly handsome in front of him.
Chapter completed!