Qianmian exchanged a glance with Le Yu, but did not stop for even a moment before sweeping past him.
But Le Yu knew that he had truly recognized him.
As for when Qianmian had helped him, Le Yu could not recall at all. After all, there were simply too many possibilities. Perhaps when he went to Pig Food Cafeteria and asked the cafeteria auntie for a little more beef brisket, fried bean paste, and yi mein, the reason she had readily agreed was not because she had been seduced by Qin Leyin's looks, but because she had been Qianmian in disguise.
"Malaka!" Zong Taiji, the Jurchen Elf, looked extremely grim. "An outsider actually infiltrated us? And he's already been here for half a month!?"
"Yes." Qianmian smiled. "I submitted the intelligence long ago. Judging by the time, the army should be arriving soon. You all seem quite strong. I hope you can hold out a little longer in the storm of bullets."
He looked at the president and advised, "President, give it up. There are Martial Pillars everywhere outside."
"You'd better pray that they arrive later, because the moment they arrive will be the beginning of your death!" Shi Pantou viciously kicked Qianmian in the head, knocking several of his teeth out.
Qianmian spat, spraying out bloody saliva, then giggled like a macaque. "Shi Pantou, have you wanted to beat Hanuman for a long time? That was quite a kick."
"You..." Shi Pantou glared at him, but after Qianmian's reminder, he looked at the familiar face of his old friend. The foot he had raised slowly lowered again.
The foreign races' expressions all turned ugly. Ordinary bullets might not pose much of a threat to them. They could completely use light explosions to block the projectiles. But if Martial Pillars