"Qin Guang, what do you mean by this? Are you threatening us?"
Liu Qianjun's expression was stern as he spoke angrily.
Qin Guang responded gravely, "I'm not threatening the chief; I'm stating a fact. The national military martial arts conference gathers the kings of soldiers from all over the country, all of whom are the most elite warriors of our military.
If an AIDS virus carrier infiltrates, everyone will be in danger at that time. If it turns out the person is from Tian Nan, I'm afraid the chiefs present here will lose face."
As these words were spoken, the faces of the chiefs suddenly darkened.
If what Qin Guang said were to happen, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing face; they would definitely be punished.
"Ah, let me say a couple of words. After all, Nanchong Camp also has two elites participating in this selection," said Shi Jian, the head instructor of Nanchong Camp, as he stood up.
