It was very sour to see the two young forcible cars, pressed into discus by tanks, in a state of great fear and awe, and the policemen who had been pushed onto the sidewalk by them.

When people are very sour, they feel better.

When you're in a good mood, you're willing to talk more: "We don't know what the female prisoners in this room came from, but they were escorted to prison by tanks. Nima's, those bear boys are so arrogant. If we have the ability, we should arrogate to the mainland army to ensure that death is also a white death."

"What?"

Someone next to him asked in...