64. Begging for Death?

Qiao Jian readily agreed. "Hahaha, young and promising! That's great!"

"Ask me whatever you want!"

Yimo: "All right, thank you!"

"Please rest assured, Big Brother Qiao. I'll use aliases for your squad and its members!"

"After these past few days of fighting, what do you think of this war?"

Yimo started with broad questions, and Qiao Jian answered them seriously. He basically answered everything he was asked.

Yimo kept the conversation on track. Seeing Qiao Jian gradually open up, he seized the opportunity to shift the questions from general matters to personal ones. "Big Brother Qiao, how old are you this year?"

Qiao Jian: "Thirty-seven."

Yimo: "How many years have you been in the unit?"

Qiao Jian: "Five..."

Qiao Jian paused, frowned slightly, and rubbed his head. Then he said apologetically, "Sorry. It's been so many years that I can't quite remember."

As a liar, Yimo was very sensitive to lies.

He immediately sensed that something was off. Qiao Jian was hiding something or lying.

Thinking it over, if someone had been in the same profession all along, how could he forget how many years he'd worked?

Even if the question had caught him off guard, he could have worked out an estimate after thinking about it, couldn't he?

Qiao Jian had thought about it.

But after thinking, he had chosen to give up!

That was clearly unusual.

Was it because his memories didn't add up, so he couldn't give an answer?

Yimo kept his expression neutral and decided not to put more pressure on Qiao Jian over this question. "Big Brother Qiao, as an armed serviceman, have you ever regretted it?"

Qiao Jian smiled at that. "How could I regret it?"

"I'm proud of my profession!"

Yimo nodded. "It's all right. We're just chatting."

"For example, you could talk