Hearing Zhao Tiezhu's words, Xiaomoustache was scornful.

"Who can't pretend to be?"

Speaking of his moustache, he picked up the phone and pretended to say, "Hello, Head of State? Send me a group army!"

As soon as the voice fell, the tattoo men laughed. Seeing Zhao Tiezhu's appearance is just a real peasant. They don't believe that Zhao Tiezhu really knows Luodong.

The beard was too loud to do that. He grinned and said, "Would you like me to send another carrier fleet? On the pretense in Xiangzhou, I dare to admit that no one dares to admit that the second is the first, in front of me, I see...