Xiong Taiguang smiled again.

As for the Wall of Glory, that's it for now, there's no need to mention it again.

"Senior, why bother.

"Your official position is not low, and you can live a good life."

Pan Yizheng looked heartbroken.

"If you still recognize me as an old man from the Miracle Legion, I will remember the ashes."

puff!

Suddenly, Xiong Taiguang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior, have you taken poison?

"I am confident that you will be able to redeem yourself and make meritorious service. You obviously don't have to die."

Pan Yizheng's figure flashed and he quickly supported Xiong Taiguang.

"I've been waiting for the Miracle Legion to come, and keep these badges for me.

"Only you won't throw it away as garbage.

"The Miracle Legion's Wall of Glory should bear our name... The military department is too ruthless, too ruthless."

Xiong Taiguang took poison, and even Pan Yizheng, a major general, could not save him.

"Why bother!"

Pan Yizheng was holding the body, gritting his teeth.

In front of him were war badges placed all over the floor, each one polished to a bright shine without a trace of dirt.

Team 29, the former Glory Team.

…

Bah!

Su Yue felt severe pain in his ears, and his voice recorder shattered.

At the moment when the earphones lost their sound, Su Yue seemed to hear a sentence, specifically for him:

"Prince Qing's son cannot be delayed in his cultivation by delivering food."

Pan Yizheng did not hear this sentence.

Qing Wang was my father’s former nickname.

Now it seems that Xiong Taiguang knew about the recorder all along, and he destroyed the recorder in front of Pan Yizheng.

The black key is the 1 million in cash given to him by Xiong Taiguang.

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Chapter completed!