Colonel Ye nodded and took the file. Then, he sat down with the little chubby boy, pulled out the first file, and placed it in front of his son. "Take a look at this."
The little chubby boy stared at the photo for a long time before he said hesitantly, "I don't think so."
After he said that, he heard Lu Xingzhi snort beside him. He was so scared that he started crying again. "It's not him. It's not him."
"Don't guess. Just tell me if it is the man." Lu Xingzhi did not have much patience. He immediately went forward and snatched the file from Colonel Ye's hands. He quickly pulled the second file and asked sternly, "Is this him? I'll give you three seconds to think. Three—"
"No! no!" The chubby boy's voice became shrill. He was scared.
"Open your eyes wide when you look at it. If you make a mistake, you don't need to keep your eyes open anymore. We'll dig them up and feed them to the dogs," Lu Xingzhi said as he took out the third file.