Li Yifei stood with his hands behind his back, legs apart, his gaze sweeping over each member of the Flying Hawk Squad. They hadn't seen each other for years, and each of them had changed. Some had big bellies, their bodies had gained weight, and others bore marks of hardship on their faces. Yet, the soul of the Flying Hawk Squad etched in their bones had never changed, especially when Li Yifei appeared, that spirit returned and became even more cohesive.
Zhang Tianxing tried hard to stand straight because his legs were not in good condition. Zheng Mingrui held his breath; a life of comfort and happiness had made his belly big, so he struggled to pull it in. The others also tried to look more like they used to.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, as if the seven of them and Li Yifei had returned to the past. Perhaps it was just a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes, before Li Yifei finally spoke. He loudly announced, "Flying Hawk Squad, Special Operations Team, listen up."
