Qiao Shaoguo, upon receiving the news, dropped what he was doing and hurried down towards the foot of the mountain.
Seeing that his nephew, among the other two educated youths, had all returned safe and sound, he was overcome with excitement. "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
After circling the three of them a few times, his excitement somewhat dissipated.
Thinking of the wounded members of the security team who had been looking for them, he directly kicked his nephew in the buttocks. "You little rascal! Instead of doing something useful, you led them deep into the mountains."
Qiao Wenyu, caught off guard, stumbled and nearly knelt down. "Uncle, I was wrong."
Qiao Shaoguo was about to kick him again but was stopped by Wang Qianjin, the deputy captain of the security team. "Regimental Commander, you can't kick them anymore. They might have caused trouble this time, but they have also performed a meritorious act."
