935 Betting Over A Meal?

Tang Wulin frowned slightly. Could it be that this man considered him to be a rival for the major's affections?

He could tell from the way this lieutenant colonel looked at Long Yuxue that he liked the major. Tang Wulin had obviously found himself in a predicament!

"Strength," Tang Wulin answered flatly. He did not wish to cause any trouble, but he refused to remain silent. Even in the army, he would still need to stand tall as befitting his power.

The lieutenant colonel burst out laughing. "Strength? Very well! We shall have a trial of strength then. If you can last for three seconds in my hand, I'll believe that you're worthy of being promoted to private first-class."

Tang Wulin's expression turned cold. "Your opinion as to whether I am deserving of promotion is of no concern to me. Why should I engage in a trial with you?"

Jiang Qiyue widened her eyes while Long Yuxue, standing in front of him, could not help looking behind too.