Bang bang bang～
Bang bang bang～
Gunfire erupted, incessant and overlapping.
Abulaxi, with a cigar in his mouth and a big belly, slightly tilted his head up and grinned towards the cabin door.
Wu Jie opened the cabin door and lowered the foldable boarding stairs.
He glanced at the black soldiers firing into the sky not far away.
How bizarre.
In the past, he had only heard that to welcome important guests, cannon salutes would be fired, and the more salutes, the higher the honor.
But gunfire...
Damn, isn't that for honoring martyrs at funerals!
Does Abulaxi, this damn guy, think I'm doomed?
And if it were really a high-level reception for foreign guests, according to international practice, not only should there be a red carpet, but also a guard of honor, representatives from various sectors, and schoolchildren offering flowers.
Wu Jie doesn't care for these trivial formalities, but at least move closer to show respect, right?
What a convenience for Abulaxi!
