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... Yue Lou, passed him a cigarette and lit another one for himself.


“I told you solo operations suck ass,” Feng Haichao joked.


“Eh.” Yue Lou flicked his cigar butt. “I took out a couple of spies, confirmed where the POWs are headed to, and collected some intel. All in all, it should be enough for me to apply for a transfer.”


Feng Haichao punched Yue Lou’s shoulder playfully. “You’re totally getting promoted after this.”


Again, Yue Lou let out a noncom ...

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