Chinese Super League Era Side Story: Escape from Crocodile Island (Please Subscribe)

The three began making preparations.

Huang Kaiwen naturally would not allow George to carry an M60. If he went in with that thing on his back, George would be little more than a living target.

He did not have Sylvester Stallone's protagonist aura.

Huang the Ball King had enough strength for it, but he still preferred using a bow.

While the American troops were getting ready for a party,

the old man prepared a lavish dinner as well.

As a beekeeper, many of his dishes involved honey.

The honey-glazed roast meat had a rugged, untamed flavor.

There was also his homemade wine.

"You should have some too, George."

Huang Kaiwen urged him.

The kid was not even an adult yet, and Huang Kaiwen was a little worried he would not be able to handle it.

George took the cup and drained it in one gulp. After just one glass, he was clearly feeling it as he said, "Back when I lived at home—not in London—I drank the liquor my mother hid away. She drank a lot whenever Terry wasn't home."

"Young man, calling your father by his name is not very polite."

Korsin reminded him with a smile.

After their brief day together, he had already learned George's identity.

George pursed his lips and savagely gnawed on a leg of lamb without saying a word.

As a man who was about to save the world alongside his father, he could not be bothered to explain such things.

No one besides him and his mother knew who his father was.

Thinking of that, George looked at Korsin with a hint of disdain. Your father was Gestapo. My father is a peerless hero.

That was how vast the difference between people's starting points could be.

"Uncle Kaiwen, the Americans probably won't all