Boom!
Tu Gang's fist, powerful enough to shatter stone, stopped dead less than a centimeter from Yue Xiaofei's nose.
The gust it whipped up swept Yue Xiaofei's hair backward.
At that moment, the whole world seemed to have been paused.
Tu Gang froze in mid-lunge, utterly motionless.
His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Yue Xiaofei, nearly bulging out of their sockets.
Yue... Yue Changlong?
The division commander?
The man revered like a god in the Ironblood Division?
The legendary division commander who had led them to victory in one brutal battle after another, creating countless miracles?
This young man was saying he was the division commander's son?
How was that possible?!
The seconds ticked by.
Tu Gang began trembling violently, unable to control himself-not from anger, nor from fear.
It was a complicated emotion... a mixture of shock, excitement, guilt, and disbelief.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his fist. Looking at Yue Xiaofei's young yet strangely familiar face, he forced the words through his teeth one by one, his lips trembling.
"You said... your father is... Division Commander Yue?"
"What, don't I look like him?" Yue Xiaofei asked calmly.
"You do... so much like him..."
At that moment, Tu Gang's tears finally broke free.
Two streams of scalding tears poured down his weather-beaten face.
He remembered.
Many years ago, when he was still a raw recruit, he had been fortunate enough to catch a distant glimpse of the division commander's wife at Division Headquarters.
A sturdy little boy had been at her side.
That little boy's eyes and brows had looked almost exactly like those of the young man before him!
Thud!
Tu Gang, a towering, powerfully built man nearly two meters tall, a War King who had slaughtered countless enemies on the battlefield, suddenly buckled at the knees