Hell Neighbor

From wanting to kidnap Lin Qi at the beginning to standing in this room now, wearing Dolphin Little Hero underwear and saying, "I want to live," he really had not gone through that much of a struggle.

Every path seemed to lead nowhere, so he had to choose one that would let him keep moving forward.

Was surrendering shameful? No. The shame belonged to the dead. As long as he lived, he still had the possibility of becoming a hero.

Sanchez looked at Lin Qi, hoping his words would move him, but Lin Qi did not seem so easy to persuade.

"Do I look like an idiot?" Lin Qi countered. "The General is your father. I don't think he'll kill you."

Sanchez was silent for a while. "My uncle thinks so too."

Lin Qi laughed twice. "You're funny. That's good. Federal people like funny people. Tell me about your father, the General."

There was some mockery in those words. Sanchez pretended not to hear it—or perhaps he had heard it and simply did not care.

"He's a very strict man..." He began describing his father and those stories.

He truly was a very strict man. Sanchez had started taking part in battles at the age of fourteen. In the General's words, as the eldest son, he had to adapt to the brutal living conditions.

Every so often—every few days or every week or two—conflicts would break out with other factions.

At that time, the General was only a minor warlord with just over a hundred men. So once he had a son, that son had to go to the battlefield as a combatant instead of sitting in the rear and enjoying the harvest brought by other people's deaths.

In the General's eyes, everyone was essentially the same: sons, younger brothers,