Chapter 301: Squadron, My World
The dark building, its silhouette illuminated by the lights of the guard pavilion, housed a drooping, dozing head that was neither fat nor thin, with a slight double chin—it was the successfully slimmed-down General Han.
Standing guard and keeping watch, sitting on duty and sneaking in sleep—this was the spirit, the long-missed Squadron.
The first scene at the gate gave them the feeling of returning home.
Unfortunately, there wasn't a single officer in the car who could stealthily drape an epaulette-adorned coat over him and then relish his horrified expression upon waking up.
—Even if there was, with fewer stars, it would hardly intimidate General Han.
"Honk!"
"Honk honk!"
The little fat guy in the pavilion shook, lifted his head, and was blinded by the strong headlights of Car 1.
His eyes, gradually filled with terror.