Vice Officer Li wanted to go inside, but he stopped at the door. There were places he simply couldn't enter, such as the Young Commander's room. He could only stand respectfully outside and wait.
If the Young Commander needed him, he would speak up.
Darkness filled the room, and only the moonlight spilling in through the window illuminated the space. Feng Yueming's sharp instincts detected a whiff of murderous intent. He grabbed his pants, but just then, a cold muzzle pressed against his forehead.
Feng Yueming curved the corners of his lips into a mocking smile. As a soldier, no one was more familiar with guns than he was.
With lightning speed, he stretched out his large hand to grasp the barrel and then swiftly twisted it around, redirecting the muzzle.
"Feng Yueming, today I'm going to kill you!"
"Jianchen, that depends on whether you have the skill or not!"
The two men started fighting in the room.
