Was there any difference between forms of address like "Director Sheng" and "sir"?
Yi ShiJia was somewhat puzzled. Naturally, he did not know that when Zan Ti had reported to Sheng Wu twenty-six weeks ago, just before dying in front of him, he had received precisely such a reminder.
It was a trivial matter. Since he could not figure it out, he stopped thinking about it and continued straightforwardly:
"Sir, forgive my bluntness: you are General Lu AnDe's guard, the most trusted among his trusted. If you wanted a secure retirement post, even if it was not as convenient as the positions others got, you would not have ended up here, playing around with these foolish Reserve Force boys. And among these foolish boys, there are some troublesome ones... Before the examination was even over, news got out, and it was more or less accurate. Clearly, someone had set their sights on me."
As he said this, Yi ShiJia pointed at Sheng Wu again. "At first, I thought of you, sir, but then it did not seem right. We have worked together for so many years. I know what kind of person you are. You would not egg on a child like that to cause trouble for me and get himself killed in the process. So I thought, someone else must be hiding in the shadows. They did not just egg Zan Ti on—they egged you on to come cause trouble for me too."
Sheng Wu's prosthetic limb tapped the tabletop. "Thank you for your trust, Deputy Director Yi. I just looked over the reason for this. You had nothing better to do than pick on a child... Was that really necessary?"
Expressionless, Yi ShiJia sidestepped the question. "Sir, you are an old military man. In terms of strength, experience,