Wang Bing followed Mo Jingchun's gaze to the dagger.
"The scar on the dagger's forehead was left when pursuing criminals."
Hearing this ever-stern captain speak up for the dagger, everyone's hearts warmed.
To outsiders, it's a scar, but as teammates of the dagger, everyone always considered it the dagger's badge of honor.
It seems this cold-faced captain isn't that difficult to get along with after all.
In the parking lot of the park, after three cars parked, the doors were locked.
"Leave one person to watch the cars, everyone else follows me to the conference room."
Mo Jingchun just glanced but clearly saw a large sniper rifle, though Mo Jingchun didn't know which type, as he had little knowledge in this area.
Even so, Mo Jingchun's hands itched to hold it.
Guns, huh? What man wouldn't like them? Especially a sniper rifle, the king of guns.
In the conference room, Mo Jingchun felt uncomfortable looking at a group of handsome guys sitting still with buzz cuts.
