The wind and rain outside were pouring, howling and slapping against the window.
An old man with a grizzled beard holding a shotgun stormed in angrily.
Surveying the chaotic bar, his broad chest heaved.
He shouted loudly.
"Where are you going?!"
Su Huan turned around and looked at the vigorous Iron Old Man, his eyes finally showing some seriousness.
After all, the Iron Mountain Shelter had turned into an armory, and it might contain some powerful weapons.
Originally, he wanted to probe a bit more, but unexpectedly he encountered the main character so soon.
People around seemed to have found their backbone and hurriedly gathered behind Iron Old Man, while Qi Zhiyuan's men carried him over.
"Why are you here?"
Qi Tieshan frowned as he saw Qi Zhiyuan being carried over.
Qi Zhiyuan and some of his men shrank their necks.
"Grandpa, I couldn't sleep at night and went out with Ah Ming, but then..."
"And ended up not being able to compete for affection?"
