Lee had not still told Chen who his father was even though two solid years of strong friendships had passed. Chen never even bothered to ask, all he knew was that Lee had enough money spend on them both.
Two years ago after passing out from college they had both sat for the chinese/American military examinations.
The exams were divided into two levels which were
1.The logic section, and
2.practical section (use of military weapons).
The logic section had to do with the ability to think ahead of time;what will be the repercussion for what ever action I take now, which Chen passed wonderously, while Lee passed with the skin of his teeth.
The practical section was just too easy for lee and quiet rigid for Chen. This section entailed the naming of guns, the test of strength, how much force a beginners punch weighs and lastly the toughest for Chen but not even an inch close to Lee.
He was really mad in this practical section. goddamm mad.
It actually took them one and a half year to complete these exams and the remaining six months to prepare for their first days in the barracks.
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At the HQ of the C/A Alliance (Chinese /American millitary) or military grounds a red headed man in black tuxedo with matching pairs of neatly pressed black pants. They were all body fitting.
Not a single strand of hair was out of place. He wore a perfectly indescribable black wristwatch.
He was gently sipping black coffee while a servant of his held the plate in which the cup was held His eyes were closed while he slipped the coffee.
There was a screen before this Satan or God depending on his demeanor at times. He slowly opened his light red eyes to watch a certain person and his best friend train in the gym. He then smiled and said "finally Lee you've found a purpose to live.
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