"Who is that?" Zhu Wencong gazed across the room, noticing they were not in military attire but in suits.
"Lee! Didn't see that coming, did you?" Malik took Zhu Wencong to greet Lee.
Zhu Wencong was immensely shocked; he had heard that Lee was being treated well, but he didn't expect it to be true.
Indeed, there was a vast difference between Western and Eastern civilizations; the West had not yet suffered the ravages of the Great Devil of the next century.
Even with the outbreak of World War I, the Western nobility considered it their own war, an inescapable mission and duty of noblesse oblige.
After a thorough beating, they no longer put on airs and instead kept their distance from war, embracing peace.
In fact, whether in World War I or II, the high-end military units were largely made up of middle and upper-class children.
Take the artillery, for instance, impoverished families simply could not nurture such technical talent, unless education was free.