Chapter 332: Holy Hell, Even the Special Forces Are Playing Dirty

The sun rose slowly. Morning dew drifted in the damp air. The county town wasn't exactly developed, but a little after seven it was already bustling. People flowed through the streets, cars packed the road, and the whole place wore the bright face of a town on the upswing. The Tiger Regiment scrounged up a batch of old clothes and changed into them. The moment they stepped into town, they practically clogged the streets by sheer presence. No matter their looks, their mannerisms, or the way they...