Lesson 308 - Misfortunes Never Come Single

"Stop it, stop it, for the love of god, don't fight, Mr. Chen Fei, please step in and stop them."

The peacemaker butler Thompson rushed over, pleading with Chen Fei for help.

"It's a minor skirmish, let them fight it out."

Chen Fei, with his arms crossed, didn't show the slightest interest in intervening.

Indeed, it was a minor affair. At the 911 Aircrew Base, colleagues fighting was as common as dinner.

Hadn't they seen Chekhov Big Bear getting pounded by Big Brother Xiao today and then thrashed by Deputy Squadron Leader Little Chili the next, only to carry on as if nothing happened, cheerfully twisting and turning on the dance floor of the bar "Medusa's Beautiful Eyes"?

If one didn't harbor some violent tendencies, how could they fit into the role of a military contractor, when bloodshed was called for, yet still resort to empty bluster—wasn't that just asking for trouble?

"Fight!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Go for it! Xitas, I bet ten thousand Star Yuan on your victory!"