"I've never actually been a Special Forces soldier,"
Qin Tian replied truthfully, "but I've undergone all the training they have, and even more, my training was at least ten times more rigorous than theirs."
Qin Tian didn't mention that, to him, the most ordinary of his subordinates were Special Forces. In his view, the basic skills of a mercenary were those of a Special Forces soldier.
"Oh."
Murong Fei nodded and then asked, "Where are you from, and what do your parents do?"
"Orphan."
Qin Tian smiled faintly, "I had a master named Cao Taiji; he probably was good friends with your grandfather. I was raised by him since I was a child, and he taught me martial arts. He said he found me at the entrance of a temple; I was an abandoned baby."
As Qin Tian spoke these words, he didn't feel any inferiority or embarrassment.
He had seen countless facets of society and had long since developed a strong heart.
In his dictionary, there were no words like 'inferiority' or 'fear'.