Qin Zhenbei's roar echoed in the meeting room, the sound filled with pain and unwillingness.
The world thought that as soldiers, they had hearts of stone, but in reality, they were simply accustomed to life and death and had learned to disguise their emotions.
After all, they were human, and as humans, they had the full spectrum of emotions and desires. They would laugh heartily when happy, and the sacrifice of a comrade could cause them immense pain.
Little Sun looked somewhat at a loss as he gazed at the meeting's chairman.
The elder in the Zhongshan suit waved his hand at him and turned to look at Qin Zhenbei.
"Little Qin, do you still think Shao Zifeng has no problems?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhenbei looked at the two similar faces on the screen and painfully closed his eyes.
If he had known in advance that Shao Zifeng was Zhou Zimin's son,
Qin Zhenbei would not have had a good impression of Shao Zifeng.
But now...
