Qin Yu lowered his eyes and carefully sized up Jack, who was kneeling on one knee in front of him. This sixteen-year-old boy had completely shed his immaturity. His expression was cold and solemn, like a merciless killing machine.
He took a step forward and placed his hand on Jack's forehead.
"It's been hard on you."
Qin Yu said gently.
Feeling the warmth in his godfather's palm, under Jack's cold expression, his clear eyes flashed with rare gentleness and love.
"Get up. After this mission is over, have a good rest for a few days. That old man misses you a lot."
Qin Yu added.
A row of nine people in black combat uniforms also knelt on one knee and lowered their heads to the mysterious godfather.
The first in the right hand, which was also the team with the highest overall evaluation, was 'Number One'. Wu Jinbao's expressionless face had a serious look in his eyes.
