C315 Transfer of troops with gold medals

"Two passers-by." the woman replied.

The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard as another person appeared at the door. It was very tall, very strong, very black. His face was full of sideburns, a typical image of Zhang Fei. He asked, "Who are you people?"

"Passing by." I smiled.

"Passing by?" He doubted it. That's right, he was a fool if he wasn't. Son.

"Yes, big brother