Because of certain confidentiality clauses, Feng Shaiwen would not explain much to Feng Mingming about the Special Affairs Administration's work. Still, he rather liked this cousin of his. Although Feng Mingming could be a bit of an idiot sometimes, Feng Shaiwen had been the same way once.
"As for what we do... how should I put it? We're like some of the country's special forces, carrying out special, high-difficulty missions. As for the specific missions, I can't tell you that. If you really want to find out, then train well in martial arts. Once you join the Special Affairs Administration in the future, you'll know everything," Feng Shaiwen said.
The moment Feng Mingming heard that, he felt miserable. Everyone knew that if it was drinking, chasing girls, fighting, racing, or showing off, then he was definitely the right person to call. But cultivation? Don't ever come looking for him over something that miserable!
His talent was already terrible enough, and now he had to suffer through cultivation? Were they trying to find something to do because he had too much free time? He definitely would not go! Absolutely not!
"Hehe! Older Brother, you're joking! Hahaha!" Feng Mingming could only laugh it off.
"You..." Feng Shaiwen instantly understood when he heard Feng Mingming's response. This cousin of his really was hopeless. Still, they were family, so it was not appropriate to say much. Besides, with young people these days, speaking too mildly would go in one ear and out the other, while speaking too harshly would make them resent you.
So Feng Shaiwen merely sighed and said nothing more. It did not matter if his cousin did not cultivate. His father's side of the family could still pursue careers in politics later on. Youngsters all had their foolish phases. As long