That was once his ideal.
But unfortunately, now he has other commitments and can only bid farewell to his former self.
Enlisting in the military is like drawing a bow; there is no turning back.
After all, revolutions are never peaceful; they always require war.
He must grasp military power.
While the two were talking, the "bionic person" Seven-Seven, who stood by their side, subtly tightened her limbs, exposing the tension deep within her.
Ren Zhong observed this.
Seven-Seven's thoughts were a remote projection of Marquis Zhenjiang.
The psychological fluctuations of the distant Marquis Zhenjiang appeared on the body of this bionic person, indicating the extent of her inner tension.
Ren Zhong shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness. In the future, if there is an opportunity, I do hope we can become colleagues. Unfortunately, it's not possible now."
"Why?"
