Bai Shaotang had just finished speaking when an old man with graying hair, a round face, large ears, and a full beard spoke up.
"Commander Bai, I'm happier than anything that the Strategic Affairs Department still remembers me."
"When the Giant Beast Calamity erupted, I already wanted to return to the Strategic Affairs Department. I don't have a wife, after all, and living alone at home was terribly boring. I might as well return to the Battlefield and fight."
The old man was at least sixty, yet he was still powerfully built. His arm was thicker than those of who knew how many young men, and his voice was full of vigor.
Beside him, an old man of similar age but as thin as a lanky monkey puffed on his cigarette and said,
"Zheng Chunqiu, stop bragging."
"Who was it that told me not long ago that his old bones were useless, that this hurt and that ached, all because of old injuries from back then?"
The sturdy old man immediately shouted, "Lin Bingjiang, what the hell do you know? I just stayed home too long without exercising, so my body rusted."
"Now that they're sending me back to the Battlefield, every injury on my body has healed!"
Zheng Chunqiu and Lin Bingjiang.
These two veterans were Fang Yao's seniors. Seeing that the two Old Masters were still alive and well, a smile spread across Fang Yao's face as he walked over.
"Elder Zheng, Elder Lin, I'm Little Fang. Do you still remember me?"
The two old men looked over, exchanged a smile, and then one punched his shoulder while the other patted his back.
"How could we forget you, kid?"
"Exactly. You were the famous Little Madman back then. Old Zheng and I still mention you from time to