Section 110 - Support Arrives

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"The old man was a good person, mourn with moderation."

Squadron Leader Chekhov, temporarily released, stood beside Chen Fei, well aware of the relationship between the old man and this young fellow.

This guy finally sobered up, and upon opening his eyes, found himself unexpectedly in the Solitary Confinement Room. Remembering the absurd things he'd done, he didn't complain. Compared to being able to return alive, spending a few days in confinement was nothing.

Drinking was a must, as for the future... let destiny take its course.

Humbly admit to mistakes, but never repent.

"Hmm!"

Chen Fei responded with a sound.

The flames grew fiercer, and billows of black smoke rose up.

Chef Abel came over, one arm in a sling, but otherwise not seriously hurt. It had just been dislocated during last night's battle and had just been set back in place. He wouldn't be able to exert much force for ten to fifteen days. He patted Chen Fei's shoulder with his other hand.