"Hey, Leng, is it easy to join your country?" Balek sighed and suddenly asked.
Leng Feng opened his mouth, about to say something, but Black Lion spoke for him, mocking him outright. "I told you you were illiterate, but you wouldn't admit it. Don't you know that Chinese citizenship is one of the hardest in the world to obtain?"
"Fine." Balek shrugged.
"But if you ever die saving one of their people, maybe they'll give you honorary citizen status." Black Lion chuckled.
"I'd like that, but they might not even need us. Their soldiers are the finest I've ever seen. Just look at Leng and the others. Their combat skills might not necessarily be the strongest, but their will to fight is definitely the strongest." Balek looked serious.
"And Black Lion, you know that on the battlefield, willpower is sometimes more important than combat skills."
Jiang Yan Hai did not join their conversation. Ovid, beside him, also remained silent, his face filled with gratitude. He knew who had come to save him, but he had never expected them to pay such a tremendous price to rescue him.
As they spoke, the master chief who had been outside their cabin returned, accompanied by two medics carrying medical kits.
"Mr. Ovid, come with us for a moment. You have injuries, and we need to examine you. Gentlemen, is anyone else injured?" The master chief greeted Ovid first, then looked at Jiang Yan Hai and the others.
"We're fine, thank you." Jiang Yan Hai smiled and thanked him. Even the submarine's captain might not know Jiang Yan Hai's identity, much less this master chief.
Ovid followed them out. They would probably need to ask him some questions. There was nothing seriously wrong with Ovid's body, only a few superficial wounds. Still, the wounds