"Colonel Xavier, I've read your file."

Ye Qingxuan tapped on the empty soup bowl with his fingers. The humid wind condensed into water drops and fell on the wooden desk, leaving a slender flowing trace.

"Over the years, you've done very well in Burgundy. Maxwell also thought highly of you. In two years, you can be transferred to the military staff section and become the youngest official who possesses real power. The Fifth Division has always been good to you, but your choice disappointed me very much."

"Disappointed?" Xavier's face twitched out of shame or anger. He squeezed out a voice between his gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"Do you really think that you are qualified to feel disappointed about me? I've made great contributions to Anglo! Six serious injuries on the battlefield in East India! Do you know how many things have I sacrificed for this country? All my friends died, leaving me alone in this world!"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan with contempt in his eyes. "You wimpy ki