"Hello, Chief!"
Chief Luo Yuanzhi was clearly ecstatic today. Chen Fei noticed that the man's fingers were trembling slightly—the first time he had ever seen such a thing since he had known him.
He wore a dark-green, special-issue military uniform, his chest adorned with several ancient, rust-stained medals. They involuntarily drew one's gaze, causing the mind to drift, as if catching a faint glimpse of that chaotic, war-torn era, where countless martyrs and heroes fought for the liberation of a new age and the rebirth of its people.
While everyone was lost in silent contemplation, Luo Yuanzhi slowly walked up to Old Master Xuu. He snapped to attention, raised his hand in a sharp salute, and said, "Hello, Chief!"
"You rascal, there's no need for all this fuss," Old Master Xuu's expression reflexively sharpened, but then his features softened into a wry, self-deprecating smile. He shook his head, his eyes filled with a complex, nostalgic expression.
