"I understand."
Thinking it over carefully, Zhang Shicun realized that he had been too easygoing. Nodding his head, he decided to follow Xu Fan's lead.
Looking at the group of Myanmar soldiers opposite, Zhang Shicun couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for them.
These guys could be arrogant with anyone, but they had crossed Xu Fan now—they were in for it.
"Continue! Next one!"
With Zhang Shicun's concession, Xu Fan looked at the group of Myanmar soldiers and issued another challenge.
"We've already admitted defeat!"
This relentless attitude almost made this group of Myanmar soldiers lose their cool!
What the hell does this guy want?
Didn't he hear them say they no longer want to fight?
Is he deaf?
"Admit defeat? That depends on whether I agree."
Xu Fan looked calmly at the furious Myanmar soldiers and snorted, "Weren't you all acting tough just now? Wanting to fight us."
"I already told you, since we are fighting, let's fight to the end!"
