Under Stonemason's persuasion, Ur Wunnian silently put away the pale yellow chewing gum.
Li Ang, standing beside him, couldn't help but wipe his forehead and pat his chest. "Young people nowadays are really terrifying," he said with lingering fear. "Whipping out weapons of mass destruction at the slightest disagreement. Back when I was a guerrilla in Africa, I was never this impulsive."
Dong Fengpo couldn't help but ask, "Bro, you've been a guerrilla in Africa?"
"Yes."
Li Ang nodded. "I went to the job fair looking for work," he said. "They said being a mercenary for summer temp work was pretty good. The company had a formal labor dispatch contract and even provided high-value accident insurance.
"You could go to the battlefield carrying an AK. They'd pay 8,000 a day, plus an 800 high-temperature subsidy, and the transfer was made the same day, no fuss. Working felt as joyful as playing 'chicken' games.
