Soldier Level

Since Xiao Luo accepted his offer, Gu Zhanguo left completely satisfied.

Xiao Luo didn't have any other choice. In the meantime, he was amazed by his fate. Who would have thought that the one time Xiao Luo accidentally offered a helping hand it would attract the NSA's attention and make their highest commander act as his shield? It felt like a surreal mix of fact and fiction. He couldn't help but sigh with wonder at how life was like a drama.

"Hero Luo, we'll be coworkers from now on."

An Huanhuan sat down next to Xiao Luo's hospital bed joyfully and picked up the pear on the nightstand to eat without feeling even a little bit of awkwardness.

Song Jianan still didn't speak. He didn't know what to say. As a Level C soldier, he had been defeated by Xiao Luo with ease. He felt like he was always a tiny bit inferior to Xiao Luo.

"Should I thank you?"