"Still a little busy."

"explain."

"Help me create a batch of silver masks, preferably memory alloy ones, both for men and women. Women's masks should be more detailed."

"Why do you need so many masks? Are you going to become a member of the Masked Killer Group?"

"Okay, we'll deliver it together in three days. You can eat it slowly and you'll be in for a surprise."

Watching old man Bai quickly disappearing into the crowd on the street, Li Shenzhi sat on the noodle stall without getting up.

This old man's energy is greater than he imagined. Who is the old man's identity?

Shaking his head slightly, he was about to stand up when he was blocked by the stall owner.

"Brother, the old man just gave me a month's worth of noodles on credit here. He said it was his grandson who came to settle the bill. You belong to the old man..."

"Old thing..."

…

Half a month later.

Looking beyond the sea and mountains.

Lao He stood on the top of a hill, holding a telescope in his hand and looking towards the north.

The broken barracks is back.

Although I don’t know what happened specifically, Donghai Customs delivered boxes of war preparation supplies to the college.

He even dispatched the demon-suppressing army to help build the Pojun camp. He knew that his students must have done something extraordinary.

At the beginning, I was desperate and went upstream when everyone was not optimistic about me, but now I am proud and proud.

Soon, a formation appeared in the distance.

"Why so few?"

After observing for a while, Lao He put down the telescope, rubbed his eyes, and looked again.

As the distance gets closer and closer, the figure in the distance becomes clearer and clearer.

"One, two...one hundred and ten...three hundred and forty-one...three hundred and fifty..."

clang!

Plop.

The telescope slipped from my hand and clattered down the mountain.

Lao He suddenly squatted on the ground, his heart felt as if he had been violently tugged.

He looked around as if he was stupid.

Tears flow freely.

…

College residence.

Yue Feng stood with a group of people, pacing back and forth.

He admitted that he was short-sighted and that some people did not need to be examined with common sense.

"Director Wang, where is your dean?"

Yue Feng looked left and right, but did not find Lao He.

"I'm here."

On the hill, Lao He quickly ran down and came to the front of the crowd.

"Director Wang, gather everyone in the college and form an array!"

"Welcome the triumphant victory of Pojun!"

Soon, footsteps were heard in the academy, and all the students were summoned to watch a black shadow coming from the north.

"ah--"

"Where are the other seniors? Why are these people the only ones left?"

"Why are you wearing a silver mask?"

Thousands of college students looked at the more than 300 people walking towards them, and felt an evil aura rushing towards them.

In contrast, the expressions of Yue Feng and other demon-suppressing army warriors changed.

What happened that caused a group of people to undergo earth-shaking changes.

More than three hundred people came in formation, both men and women, all wearing silver half-face masks.

The complicated patterns have a mysterious feeling, and the body exudes a strong evil spirit, as sharp as a knife.

"Dean, Po Jun is back!"

As they approached the academy's headquarters, everyone stopped, and Li Shenzhi spoke softly.

"Dean, Po Jun is back!"

Then, more than 300 people roared in unison, shaking the wilderness.

"Demon Suppressing Army!"

At the same time, Yue Feng shouted, and the demon-suppressing army warriors he brought stood in awe, clenching their fists and placing them on their chests.

Under the chilling attack brought by more than 300 people, the demon-suppressing army warriors who had experienced fighting felt a strong sense of killing and fighting intent, and at the same time they raised their hands in greeting.

Seeing this scene, the students gathered in the college were also affected. They straightened their bodies one by one, and their breaths became hot.

"good!"

Lao He gave a long laugh and put his hands in his sleeves behind his back, trembling.

"Just come back."

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