Wang Jian left.
He looked back three times with each step, his expression tinged with regret.
Fang Huai turned to head back to his squad and ran right into Hao Chengbin coming his way.
Hao Chengbin trusted Fang Huai's willpower and didn't ask what Wang Jian had said. Instead, he frowned and said,
"Has Han Yong already talked things over with his family? Is the transfer all arranged?"
Fang Huai could probably guess what this meant.
If Han Yong was notified to assist as well, it meant that his family had already arranged for his transfer to Special Service Squadron 2.
"Probably? I've been busy these past two days and didn't ask him, but a couple of days ago, the company had the new recruits call home, so he must have mentioned it."
Hao Chengbin was surprised. "That quickly? They made phone calls... the day before yesterday, right?"
He was a bit resentful, his own transfer to the squadron had dragged on for half a year, while this guy... his was done in two days?
