"This guy is still stubbornly refusing to tell the truth, even in front of Zhang Jianguo: 'Sir, you've got the wrong guy! I'm participating in the exercise!'
Before his words were finished, Zhao Dong stepped forward and delivered two solid punches to his stomach.
'Ah!' The man let out a miserable cry, clutching his stomach as he squatted down on the ground. 'Who are you trying to fool? With your build, you're claiming to participate in the exercise? A seasoned soldier like me can spot you for what you are in an instant! Do you think I'm stupid? Or are you the one playing dumb?'
The man, battered by those two punches, felt as though his guts were churning like a raging river. He was in extreme agony, wanting to vomit but unable to, his mouth agape in a ceaseless dry heave.
'Which unit are you from?' Qin Jian looked down at him, his thin lips opening slowly to utter the question.
'I'm from…from our unit!'
'Unit number? Your name?'
'Uh...' The man stammered, unable to respond.
