Seeing Zhao Lin stop, Bai Zhiqing, who was quite enjoying the conversation, immediately asked, "Senior, why did you stop?"
"What is there to say, really."
At that moment, Lu Tianxing, whose face had darkened without anyone knowing when, glared like a beast on the brink of a rampage, emanating a slight aura of violence, "Your words just reek, and what are you planning on saying next? How heroically brave you are, how selflessly you put others before yourself, planning to have your comrades run first while you stay behind to cover their retreat with your life?"
Lu Tianxing was now furious beyond measure. Zhao Lin's words had hit a nerve, digging up deep-seated memories. His life had been saved by his comrades at the cost of their own, and he would not allow anyone to insult that fact. If what Zhao Lin said was true, then it would be another matter. He was a soldier himself and had always respected fellow soldiers.
