Sparring
Editor: Noodletown Translations
Xu Cheng stood on the side, and he really wanted to kill himself seeing how Luo Yi and Li Wei were holding his mental patient certificate, playing with and adoring it like it was some kind of treasure.
It was just a certificate saying that you were mental, yet Xu Cheng just couldn't accept the scene of two elite soldiers looking so intoxicated yearning for one.
He asked Bei Shan, "This was also thought of by that old man?"
"Besides his beautiful mind, who else?" Bei Shan smiled.
"I will stay and chat with these two, can I see the other people some other time?" Xu Cheng said to Bei Shan.
Bei Shan nodded. "Up to you. After all, the old man was just like a shop owner that didn't do much and just let the employees handle everything. Your temper's pretty much like his, so I will just do whatever I can do for you. In the future, I will be your personal secretary."