"Wh-what?"
Nian Qian's tongue nearly tied itself in knots. "A F-F-Fighter?"
He waved a hand at the others. "Hold on. Give me a moment."
His emotions had been hurtling up and down like a roller coaster all day. It was almost too much.
What did it mean to be a Fighter? He knew what it meant in the military, at least. Whenever a Fighter appeared, the entire combat system was built around them.
He had never seen a Fighter in action, but he had watched footage of a battlefield after one had fought there. It had shaken him to the core. He could hardly imagine a human body alone unleashing such power and destruction, and those images had stayed with him long afterward.
His Special Company was formidable, but he knew that before a Fighter, they would be no different from ordinary soldiers.
He had already been astonished to hear that Chen Chuan had become a Third Limit Fighter. People like that were the backbone of the military, indispensable even now, and they received exceptional treatment. But a Fighter...
His thoughts stalled. It felt as though something that had only existed as an idea had suddenly stepped into reality.
Then again, it all made sense. If his cousin wasn't a Fighter, how could he have become head of the Defense Department so young?
But... a Fighter was his cousin? And had just been sitting beside him?
He sat dazed for a while, then caught sight of Nian Fuli and Yu Wan in the rearview mirror. They had gotten out and were fetching the luggage from the back. He hurried out of the car. "Dad, Mom, let me, let me. Leave this little job to your son. How could I make you go to the trouble? Don't wear yourselves out."
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