Lin Yi is not a saint, nor does he have the heart of a Madonna.
Over the years, the number of people who died at his hands is not a hundred, at least eighty.
For him, empathy is like a self-destructive poison.
So, in every operation, he never gives the enemy any chance.
Yet, regarding this matter, it's always hard to deal with it calmly.
"Come on, have a drink." Lin Yi raised his glass and clinked it with Liang Xianghe's.
"Don't go for the next island mission, let Flame Dragon's team handle it. I'll give you a few months' leave, go back and spend time with your wife and kid."
"Look at how you're talking, do I seem that fragile?" Lin Yi laughed and said:
"Maybe I'm still young, still have the mind to be sentimental."
"You're always full of nonsense, can't tell which is true, which is false."
Their small drinking session continued until past six in the evening.
Lin Yi drove back to the Liang family, staying the last night here before returning to Zhong Hai tomorrow.
