A Dead End

Lu Beixiao stood in an upright posture with both arms by his side. He had never behaved so well in front of Lao Cai before, but he had to this time. He needed to see his girl.

"Report. I'm going to see my girlfriend!" He answered aloud with a sonorous and forceful voice.

Meanwhile, Lao Cai choked on a mouthful of tea. His earlier assertion of authority had become shattered all at once.

Lu Beixiao had never assented cordially to anyone in the Special Forces, nor had he formally requested for anything. Hence, this request was truly out of the ordinary. 

Lao Cai tried very hard to keep himself from coughing. "Is it a must?" He looked sharply at him.

"Report. It is a must!" Lu Beixiao sounded resolute and decisive.

Lao Cai felt chagrined that his itchy throat had become increasingly unbearable. He thought to himself that he needed to give Lu Beixiao some benefits, or he would start making trouble.