C422

In the Iron-Blood Camp.

Cao Yue and Wu Da were still drinking, while Yu Zhongjin had already fallen asleep by the side of the table.

"Crack ?"

Cao Yue burped and with a drunken look on his face, he patted Wu Da's shoulder, "Good morning ? Good performance, Captain One... We'll be sure to send it to us... It's the winner of the big prize. "

Wu Da's face was also flushed red