Behind the University were two rows of soldiers in camouflage clothes, each wearing a helmet and holding a steel gun!

How come there are universities here? How could there be troops?

Looking at the aggressive appearance of these soldiers, Zhao Zijin, the fat boss, was completely stunned!

Nima, which song is it? Cosplay? Not much like that!

How does this camouflage look like a combat force?

Suddenly Zhao Zijin felt that his brain was not enough. He couldn't help exclaiming, "Which theatre group are you?"

Play your sister!

No one answered him, only the neat, but very urgent footsteps! uuuuuuuuuuuu

"Who the hell are you? This is my hotel. You...