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In times of war…

What is a Battle Mecha engineer expected to do? Are they expected to do research and realize their imagination? 

How about a Battle Mecha pilot? Are they expected to enter battle with their mechas as they display their exquisite control through bizarre and bewildering techniques? 

What about a member of the special scouts? Are they expected to infiltrate deep into the enemy lines as they use stellar unarmed fighting skills to suppress the enemy with a single move? Or are they expected to make use of disguises and stealth techniques to take out the enemy?

And what about a military officer? Are they expected to analyze the outcome of a battle? Or are they expected to create brilliant strategies to triumph over the enemy through a miraculous move?

For someone who excels in human psychology, deceit, assassination, and disguise, what happens when that person is merged with all those professions? 

This is the story of a cowardly, wretched, and despicable fatty.


Geoffrey_

Counterfeit Hero

Chaos_

After a moment of silence, Mickey turned around and saw Milan looking over with concern from the brightly lit hall in the distance. He sighed, "Lieutenant, can you walk with me?"


Damn, you're a Vice Admiral and I'm a Lieutenant. Can I refuse? Tian Xingjian nodded, accompanying Vice Admiral Mickey along the gravel path in the garden.


"Lieutenant, your name is Tian Xingjian, right?" Mickey had heard this renowned name from the Command Department through Milan.


"A Han?" Mickey and Tian Xingjian turned onto another path.


Mickey waved his hand with a smile, "Don't call me General, this is a private conversation. I'm a Han too. Since you and Milan are friends, you can call me uncle as per our traditions."


Tian Xingjian looked relieved; he feared formal talks with a General the most. He quickly adapted to the situation, sweet-talking, "Haha, Uncle."


"How did you meet Milan?" Vice Admiral Mickey asked casually.


Revised: Chapter 7 The Kingly Way of Fatty