A Range Rover was speeding along the central avenue.
"Faster!"
In the back seat, a man who was nearly sixty, with white at his temples, gripped the front seat. His face was a mask of excitement and thrill as he urged the driver on impatiently.
The driver accelerated again.
This man was none other than Zhao Dejiang. It had been almost a decade since he retired from the Martial Department. Now, he ran a landscaping company with an annual income of several million, living a rather comfortable life.
Recalling those years in the Martial Department... the scenes of tens of thousands of Martial Guards charging into battle, their iron will and bloody slaughter, often haunted his dreams. The former Commander-in-chief had become the Nine Gates Admiral, the Zhennan Prince.
Zhao Dejiang had thought he would never see the Zhennan Prince again. After all, the moment he took off his uniform and left the Martial Department, he had said a final goodbye to Chen Yang and his military career.
