In Qi Shanhe's frustrated eyes, there was also a hint of longing.
Qin Guang understood that this old man was probably one of his mother's admirers.
Although it might not be suitable to describe Qi Shanhe with his age in this way.
But that was perhaps the truth.
"Ah, I'm getting older and often reminisce about the past, which makes me talkative. Please don't mind it," he said.
Qi Shanhe sighed deeply.
He still hadn't gotten to the main point, but instead motioned towards the nearby White Wolf Special Combat Team and added, "Over the years as I gradually retired and had less to do, I thought about training some younger generations for the country. What do you think of them?"
Qin Guang said earnestly, "Very strong, each one of them is elite, far stronger than those professional thugs I've encountered before."
"What do you mean?"
At this point, Zhuo Chuan looked over angrily and said sternly, "Are you actually comparing us with those societal scum?"
