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Lin Yifan thanked Zhao Dabing for his kindness.

He felt that one should have integrity and not depend on others for a living.

"Brother, you're a distinguished special forces soldier, with many military achievements. Why were you directly dismissed from the military?"

Zhao Dabing was very puzzled, and he also disagreed with the military leadership's decision.

"No choice, military orders are like mountains. Being able to save my life and avoid prison is already fortunate."

Lin Yifan shook his head with a bitter smile, he had indeed committed an unforgivable mistake; thus, it was only right that he was punished.

"Ah! What plans do you have for the future?" Zhao Dabing asked.

The incident had already happened, it was irreversible, and there was nothing he could do about it, so he could only sigh.

"What other plans can I have? Earn money to feed my family, get married, have children, and live an ordinary life."

Lin Yifan revealed a helpless look, his whole spirit had faded.

Zhao Dabing, after hearing this, was somewhat surprised, as this was not characteristic of Lin Yifan's personality or ambitions.

He remembered that while in the army, Lin Yifan had sworn to lead troops in battle, to charge through the battlefield, and to make the enemies flee in terror.

"Are you really content with this?"

"Otherwise, what do you think I should do? Go back to the military, beg the senior officers to grant me clemency, and give me a chance to reform, or re-enlist?" Lin Yifan retorted.

He didn't want this either, but from the day his military status was revoked, his military career had completely ended; thus, his dreams had also been shattered.

"Ah!"

Zhao Dabing left only a deep sigh.

Lin Yifan was the most outstanding special forces soldier he had ever seen, topping almost every ability and recognized by the forces as the king of special forces.

Moreover, the nickname "Cheetah" was a resounding name both on the training ground and the battlefield, feared by everyone.

Many times in deployment or on missions, as soon as the enemies heard "Cheetah" was coming, they all fled in terror.

Now, such a good soldier was dismissed just like that, it's hard to know whether it's a loss for the country or the people.

"Zhao brother, stop sighing. Everything is in the past, living well in the present is the most important thing for me," Lin Yifan consoled.

The past is like smoke, drifting away with the wind; it's good if you can see it that way, there's no need to be too concerned.

"It's rare that you see it that way. If it were me, I would definitely have argued with the senior officers a few times."

"That's absolutely not possible. As the saying goes, without rules, there is no square. Managing an army of millions, if there aren't strict military regulations, then this army would become scattered, and when the formidable enemy presses in, it would collapse," Lin Yifan hastily interrupted Zhao Dabing's words, earnestly advising him.

"Also true, also true!"

Zhao Dabing agreed with this viewpoint, actually the senior officer's dismissal of Lin Yifan was also a kind of heartache. He had oversimplified the issue.

The topic was a bit heavy, Lin Yifan had a sudden inspiration and changed the subject, "By the way! Brother Zhao, how's your leg injury?"

Two years ago, during a special mission, Zhao Dabing's left lower leg was injured by a heavy object, and later diagnosed as a comminuted fracture; although it could be treated, it would leave a lingering injury; thus, Zhao Dabing had since then said goodbye to the army and transferred to the cultural troupe.

At the farewell, everyone was very reluctant, but reality is harsh, and the wounded are no longer suitable for battle; they could only watch as Zhao Dabing slowly drifted away.

Now seeing Zhao Dabing again, he was very concerned about the state of Zhao Dabing's leg injury.

"It's the same old condition, although I can move, I can't do overly strenuous activities," Zhao Dabing replied.

This had always been a pain in his heart, but there are no what-ifs. What happened, had to be accepted.

"Brother Zhao, don't feel sad. With the advancement of modern medical techniques, your leg injury will definitely get better," Lin Yifan consoled.

"Hopefully so!"

The two brothers in misfortune talked with sorrow, but they were both full of confidence in the future, never having given up.

Before saying goodbye, Zhao Dabing took the few hundred yuan in cash he had on him and gave it to Lin Yifan as a token of brotherhood; this was also the only thing he could do to help Lin Yifan.

Lin Yifan hurriedly refused; he knew how hard it was to earn money, especially for someone like Zhao Dabing, a government agency employee; and Zhao Dabing had mortgage and car loans to pay off, his finances were tight, so how could he accept his money?

"Cheetah, if you refuse to accept it, you're not treating me as a brother," Zhao Dabing said.

"Brother Zhao, I'm not so poor that I can't afford food. Please take your money back."

"Cheetah..."

"Brother Zhao..."

After a persistent refusal, Lin Yifan accepted the few hundred yuan.

Because if he did not accept it, Zhao Dabing would feel uncomfortable, and then they would keep pushing it back and forth; so to save everyone's time, he had to accept this token of brotherhood.

Leaving the police station, it was late at night; Lin Yifan returned to his rented room and immediately collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

On the other hand, the police interrogating the two men in black had no results.

The two men in black were very stubborn and refused to disclose their mastermind even in the face of death.

An Qi, who came to record her statement, found out that Lin Yifan had been released without charges and was very annoyed.

Such a good bodyguard, where would she find another? It truly was a missed opportunity.

In the upcoming period, she would feel very insecure, it seemed necessary to deploy more personnel for her protection.

The next morning, Lin Yifan got up early.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he went to a roadside stall to buy soy milk and steamed buns.

After filling his stomach, he took the bus to a nearby 24-hour self-service bank service hall, where he transferred all the three thousand yuan wage he had received the previous day to his parents in the countryside who urgently needed money for medical treatment.

At the ATM, after a series of operations, he quickly transferred the three thousand yuan in cash to his father's bank account.

After the transfer, Lin Yifan went to a roadside public phone booth, used an IC card to call his family to inform them of the transfer, and also asked about his parents' current situation.