Eagle Head Yard was not that large. Long Qi quickly found Old Man Wei. He and Fris, one squatting and one sitting, were still catching up in the sunlit part of the southern slope. Yet the sunlight spilling over their heads and the emotional surge of old friends reuniting were still not enough to wash away the knots in his heart. Even while talking with Fris, he puffed cigarette after cigarette, his expression bitter and heavy.
Long Qi did not stand on ceremony. He directly pulled up the relevant video clips and showed them to him, making Ronan's request clear before asking:
"Can you do it?"
Afraid Old Man Wei did not know what Ronan was capable of, Zhao Xi signaled Fris with his eyes, asking him to give a hint.
Fris was surprised instead. Ronan had actually taken the initiative to offer help, and more decisively than he had. They were all adults, after all. Favors and friendship were one thing; the hardships of reality were another.
After more than a decade of upheaval, how could anyone give their word so easily without first understanding everything clearly?
Old Man Wei, meanwhile, was highly sensitive. In his state, nearly sunk to the bottom, he was sensitive to any branches floating before his eyes.
"I can!" Old Man Wei's voice seemed to have returned to the booming strength it had at the docks, though it lowered slightly afterward. "I know. It's an opportunity."
But he remained squatting on the ground, taking fierce drags from a cigarette banned in most places in the city. His body was curled into a ball, making him look even more gaunt. Not a trace of his former bearing remained.
No one present doubted his determination, but they could not help doubting his ability. He had been