Mad Blade made a throat-slitting gesture, meaning if this guy is a hindrance, they'll deal with him tonight.
Yang Fei subtly shook his head.
This big man's combat prowess is quite remarkable among mercenaries. People like him are never ordinary in any armed force.
"If we really kill him, it might catch the attention of the Great White Bear's higher-ups, making it troublesome for the Changfeng Squad to stay here quietly."
The big guy looked at Mad Blade's ugly expression and snorted disdainfully.
"I knew all of you are cowards, can't even shoot, right? Soldiers who don't fight on the battlefield, what kind of damned soldiers are they?"
With that, he turned around and strode out of the tent, soon returning with two large wooden crates, which he threw onto the ground.
The big man, cigarette in mouth, pointed at Mad Blade and Yang Fei.
"Open the crates, find suitable weapons for yourself."
