"Ah, so you now understand human speech."
A couple of young people slowly emerged from the darkness. They were adolescents, each holding a protective helmet for full combat in one hand and either a cigarette or a dagger in the other–quite insouciant.
"Sorry, I didn't understand what you were saying earlier."
Dai Changhao was sincere in his apology, and while his excuse seemed plausible, the others were not the type to be easily appeased. One of them snorted and said, "I won't bother discussing Qinshan Base with you, we're here to help you. Don't think you can strut around out here just like you do around the base. Any one of us could take out all three of you!"
"Lin Shao, don't waste your breath on these boors! Let's get down to business."
The speaker wore a grin on his face. The youth standing at the front, appearing quite juvenile yet possessing an indomitable air of nobility, was referred to as Lin Shao.
"Whatever."
