"Are you Gu Ji?"
A crisp and decisive voice came from inside the Mitsubishi off-road vehicle.
The car door swung fully open, and a middle-aged man stepped out, dressed in a desert sand-colored training uniform, holding a stopwatch in his hand. He had small eyes and ordinary features, but carried an air of sharp and efficient competence.
Gu Ji subtly twitched his eyelids.
Instinct told him this was a soldier, and a seasoned one at that.
"You were in charge of this operation?"
"Yes."
Hearing the response, the middle-aged man raised his hand with the stopwatch, nodding at him, "Not bad, Mr. Xiao, how about yours?"
"Quick reaction, pulled the trigger the moment the concussion bomb was thrown."
The strong man held by Wu Kang responded.
"Wow, looks like Li Ruilin has honed his skills over the years and actually trained some sharp hands, not bad, progress!"
The middle-aged man was slightly surprised.
Wu Kang had not realized that all his actions had been observed and noted.
