Confrontation

Tire screeched and a green armored jeep stopped a few meters away.

The five veterans were alarmed initially until a soldier came out of the vehicle, waving his hand. They smiled and waved back, jogging toward the vehicle.

Everyone shook hands. No need to introduce; they understood each other very well.

"Long time no see, brother." He hugged the leader.

"Thanks for the assist. Still 4.5 right?"

"Don't talk money in front of our brotherhood." The man patted his chest and complained. "We got each other's back."

The five men, who escaped from Spirit Fox chase for a while, had their lips twitched. If not for the money, this bastard wouldn't even welcome them with a smile. Instead, he would immediately betray long friendship for merits.

"Alright, we better move. Someone refused to let go of us." The five men looked behind with worries.