On the opposite side, a smile appeared on Zhou Yunqing's face: "Captain Zuo, there is no need to remind us so deliberately, we will not remember the name of Mr. Iron Fist like you!"

Zhou Yunqing couldn't help but feel amused and ridiculous: At this time, you still want to use the Iron Fist Master to fool people... Do you still want us to think that you are really unparalleled in the Iron Fist?

Don't worry, we will never be fooled.

No matter who draws you, they will not fight you and will just admit defeat.

"I am Zhou Yunqing, captain of Shuicheng No. 1 Squadron; this is our deputy captain Yan Kuanglei; this is Fang Juexiao, this is Ling Feixue, this is Yu Yan'er, and the last one is... Pi Yibao."

Zhou Yunqing introduced the last person and paused obviously. While Zuo Xiaoduo was waiting and wondering, he finally heard the name of the last person. The six people's eyes widened at the same time.

Pi Yibao!

This name...sincerely...sounds nice!

Zuo Xiaoduo burst into laughter, not because he didn't want to bear it, but because he really couldn't bear it.

Listening to the first five names, they sounded artistic, pleasant, poetic, and powerful; but when it came to hearing the last name, Mr. Zuo was really at a loss as to what to do and suddenly lost his composure.

"Captain Zhou, your sudden show of excitement almost hit my waist!"

Zuo Xiaoduo shook his head and sighed, and then said to Pi Yibao: "Brother Pi, I'm really not laughing at you. We are heroes and we never make fun of our names."

Pi Yibao's wrinkled face trembled, and a chrysanthemum-like smile bloomed on the four folds, and he said: "It's okay, it's okay. I've been used to it since I was a child."

"Ahem..."

This smile almost made Zuo Xiaoduo lose his soul.

This doesn't look like a chrysanthemum at all, but it really does look like a chrysanthemum...

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Chapter completed!