Nanheng glanced at her; they were approaching the conference room. He tossed the cigarette on the ground and casually stepped on it.
He spoke mildly: "In this life, there's no need to think too highly of anyone. I'm just afraid that you brats will ruin my rifles. During the mistake I made when I was twelve, not only did I injure myself and almost cripple my own arm, I also ruined my master's rifle. Do you know just how expensive a rifle is?"
Feng Ling faltered.
Boss Li truly would not leave anyone feeling touched; even though he was clearly concerned about their lives, he insisted on changing the topic to money.
After following Nanheng in, Feng Ling realised that Han Jin and several other drillmasters were all waiting for him. This also included several representatives of the American Army. Just by looking at their uniforms, she could tell that their status wasn't low.
