The cannon fodder stared in amazement at the transformed Wang Yan. He wore a well-fitted British uniform, his hair waxed into a slick side part, his leather boots polished to a shine, and a brand-new Colt tucked into the holster at his waist.
"Damn it, Master Wang, you changed clothes and really became a master, huh? Hahaha..." Bu La burst out laughing.
Fan La clicked his tongue in admiration as well. "Well, would you look at that. Once you changed into this outfit—wow—you look far more impressive than Yu Xiaoqing."
"What the hell is Yu Xiaoqing? How can he even be mentioned in the same breath as our Master Wang?" Long Wenzhang said. "If you ask me, Master Wang will have Yu Xiaoqing under his boot sooner or later."
Wang Yan waved a hand, amused. "Enough. Say another couple of lines and you'll blow me right up to heaven. Do you not know what kind of situation I'm in, or do you think we can't go back anyway, so there's no point thinking about it? What I've done now is even worse. Kicking that major before was nothing. If those foreigners contact Chongqing, they might pin charges like sabotaging diplomatic relations and unity on me. I might really get executed."
"Hey, Master Wang, then we'll have to talk about that after we're able to go back," Yao Ma said through gritted teeth. "But don't worry, Master Wang. The brothers all support you. Whoever wants to execute you, I'll execute him first."
"That's right! Damn it, whoever gives Master Wang trouble, we'll shoot him!"
The cannon-fodder rout soldiers worked themselves into a frenzy, howling and shouting again.
"Enough. Stay here. Fan La, Si La, come on. We're going to meet those foreigners again and get the brothers some better weapons."
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