You'll Be Beaten to Death If You Do This

Qing Ming City.

The administrative office of the Scout Association.

The elder appeared here, looking silently at the miserable scene before him. An old man in his seventies and an office table with two words on it — Registration Area.

There was nothing else.

This was the Scout Association in Qing Ming City.

There was no branch.

There was only an administrative office.

"Hey, buddy, did you come here to register?"

That old man looked at the elder and asked, "Are you interested in becoming a Scout? Hehe, you're already quite old… I'm afraid it's too late to learn how to become a Scout…

Even if you're quite talented, your physique may not be able to catch up."

The elder was very skeptical.

When did the Scouts ever require physical fitness?

"It's alright. Come here."

The old man waved his hands. "At most, you'll shorten your life-span by a few years. You'll still get a kick out of it."