Mist turned and disappeared into the night.
Willie watched his retreating figure and asked Song Heping, "Who is that guy?"
Song Heping replied, "An old friend. Among these attackers, if it weren't for him, I reckon I'd be dead."
Willie said, "Listening to him talk, it seems like he's also retired."
"Once was..."
Song Heping felt quite emotional inside.
Less than a year ago, Mist was a member of the US Army Seal Team, yet unexpectedly, he was dishonorably discharged one year later.
This was intolerable for an excellent soldier.
Don't be fooled by Mist's playboy demeanor, speaking so flirtatiously and without boundaries.
But when it comes to his military reputation, this guy is uncompromising.
"Let's go, let's get out of here. My people have arrived."
Song Heping leaned against the wall and slowly walked towards the outside.
The wound on his leg was terribly painful, and the hemostatic belt was tied so tightly that his thigh felt somewhat numb.
