"You were amazing just now." Quintina stared at Ang without blinking, obvious admiration in her eyes. "You actually knocked all those people down. That was so cool."
"Who do you think I am?" Ang proudly raised his left arm, rolled up his sleeve, and showed off his muscles. "Something this minor is nothing to me."
Quintina could not help laughing and shot him a glare. "You're really getting carried away."
She was just about to say something when she suddenly noticed a man approaching from nearby.
The man was tall and walked with steady strides. His features were sharply defined, and he carried a melancholy, profound air, as though every movement of his told some silent story.
Quintina's eyes brightened slightly, and a smile unconsciously curled at her lips. "He... he's so handsome."
Ang immediately turned to look, one brow rising as he smiled. "What? You like that type?"
"Of course not!" Quintina pinched Ang hard, though her eyes still drifted unconsciously toward the man. "I just think he looks really distinctive."
Ang rubbed the spot she had pinched, secretly amused, but he did not press the matter.
The man walked quickly and reached them in just a few steps, wearing a gentle yet dignified smile.
"Hello, Commander Ang." He gave Ang a standard military salute, his voice clear and firm. "I'm Hogan Yona, commander of the 51st Regiment."
Ang returned the salute, his gaze sweeping over the other man. "Commander Ang of the 47th Regiment."
He quickly realized that Hogan possessed an imposing presence without ever seeming angry. His bearing was far beyond that of an ordinary person, and Ang could not help becoming more curious.
Hogan's smile held a hint of deeper meaning, as though he was somewhat surprised by Ang's actions just now. He nodded lightly. "What