Now that was a divine artifact

"Old Gao, did you know those punks back there?" Shen Bing asked casually as they walked.

"The fathers or grandfathers of a few of them know my dad," Gao Jingchuan said. "You could say I watched them grow up. They're a little rebellious, but they aren't bad at heart, and they've never done anything truly heinous."

Shen Bing couldn't be bothered to listen to his explanation. Whether those people were bad at heart had nothing to do with him, as long as they didn't mess with him.

But something Gao Jingchuan said caught his attention. Recalling how those people had treated him earlier, Shen Bing immediately asked, "So your dad must be a pretty big shot too, right? Where does he work?"

Gao Jingchuan shrugged. "You've met him."

With Shen Bing's brains, he immediately figured out whom Gao Jingchuan meant.

Holy shit. So this colonel who was always shooting the breeze with me and never seemed the least bit serious had that much backing.

The son of a Military District Commander—that practically made him a princeling.

But Shen Bing couldn't stand Gao Jingchuan's smug look. "Then why would a princeling like you run off to Mianyang to raise dogs?"

Gao Jingchuan had been getting ready to bask in Shen Bing's admiration! That one remark sent him tumbling straight out of the clouds.

"Damn it, can you stop bringing up the dog-raising thing? It's a Military Dog Base, and I'm in charge there."

"Isn't that still raising dogs?"

Gao Jingchuan nearly lost his mind. Couldn't we have a normal conversation?

He had originally wanted to ask how Shen Bing had stripped the clothes off those privileged brats earlier, but now he wasn't in the mood to ask anything.

"Where's that thing you mentioned? Don't try to fool me with some random