Chapter 372: Quite the Big Shot, Even the Commander Can't Find You

Early in the morning. A rusty three-wheeler chugged down the road, belching black smoke as it rattled toward Tiger Regiment Camp. The sentry heard it from far off and jogged over to block the way. "Hey, hey, hey! Mazda, stop right there! This is a restricted military zone!" The three-wheeler screeched to a halt. The rear door swung open. Daniel Lyson hopped down with a grin. The sentry's eyes lit up. "Deputy Commander! You're back!" Daniel laughed and turned to hand the driver a dollar. "Appreciate...