"Dong'er, hurry up and offer a toast to your master," Song Wentao said harshly.
Zhang Mingdong quickly raised his glass respectfully, "Master, I will never forget your great kindness. Please rest assured, I will strive to perform well and never disappoint your expectations."
Zhang Feilong begrudgingly accepted the toast from Zhang Mingdong, though he was quite displeased deep down for having given the limited slot to Zhang Mingdong. However, for the sake of face, he couldn't say anything and drank the toast.
"Mingdong, since the slot for the special forces has been given to you, report there with your senior brother tomorrow."
"I accept the order."
