"Find me at the shooting range."
"I'm in the middle of a competition, I can't get away."
With that, Mo Ling hung up the phone.
Song Qiao looked at his phone and muttered irritably.
"This woman is always so temperamental when she's not disciplined."
"She's even learned to put on airs!"
Saying that, Song Qiao opened the car door, ready to go find Mo Ling.
Gao Meng zipped into the passenger seat with a giggle. "I want to go too!"
The two headed to the security department's training room and immediately saw Mo Ling practicing shooting.
And a man competing with her next to her.
Song Qiao recognized the man; his name was Zeng Long, and he had quite a background.
He was one of China's Dragon Generals, on the same level as Mo Ling!
He had been specially recruited into the army and, upon returning to China, had directly killed the bully who had tormented him back then.
In his two years at the security department, he had accomplished countless feats of merit.
This person's identity was quite secretive; even his file was grayed out.
This indicated that Zeng Long had long been declared dead to the outside world.
In reality, he had been incorporated into the military for certain special operations.
Song Qiao raised an eyebrow and stepped forward to greet Mo Ling.
"Greetings, Commander Mo."
With Zeng Long present, Song Qiao was willing to give Mo Ling some face.
They stopped shooting, and Zeng Long turned to look at Song Qiao.
A hint of confusion appeared on his resolute face.
He looked at Song Qiao and asked in a relatively friendly manner, "You must be that specially recruited Brigadier General, right?"
Song Qiao nodded, not saying much.
Mo Ling, however, frowned and couldn't help but remind him.
"Brigadier General Song, you are a Brigadier General, and he is a Dragon General."
"I hope you understand the difference that single word makes."
"We are in the security department now. Do I need to teach you how to respond when a superior asks you a question?"
Song Qiao pouted and whispered, "This stinky woman is always..."
"What did you say?" Mo Ling's face instantly darkened, and she questioned him coldly.
Gao Meng, suppressing the urge to burst out laughing, quickly stood at attention and replied.
"Report, Commander Mo!"
"My master said you're a stinky woman, and that you're always so temperamental when you're not disciplined!"
Song Qiao wasn't afraid of Mo Ling. He leaned in and sniffed her, shrugging helplessly.
"You smell like sweat, didn't I say it right?"
*Crack!*
Mo Ling clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking, and her face was so grim it looked like it could drip water.
Just as she was about to unleash her anger, Zeng Long spoke up with a smile.
"Mo Ling, you know, neither you nor I are the pen-pushers sitting in offices."
"These formalities are meaningless to us."
"In the military, aside from formal occasions, my subordinates usually call me Old Long, and those who are more polite just call me Brother Long."
"I haven't seen any of our missions or operations go wrong just because we didn't use these titles, have I?"
Mo Ling took a deep breath. As her anger subsided, she heard someone opportunistically start to mock her again.
"Oh! Brother Long, you are the one who understands what's important!"
"Ah, pleased to meet you, pleased to meet you. I've long heard that you're a man of action."
"You've accomplished so much, made great contributions to our China!"
"Unlike some stinky woman who just puts on airs all day long."
Mo Ling took a step forward, glaring at Song Qiao, and coldly demanded, "Who are you calling a stinky woman!"
Song Qiao, afraid Mo Ling was serious, quickly leaned over to Gao Meng's head and sniffed her.
Then he frowned displeasantly, "It's time for a bath."
"Hmph!" Gao Meng knew that this was not the time to argue with Song Qiao.
She clasped her hands in front of her chest and sulked to herself.
Zeng Long, however, was not offended, just as he had said.
He let out two hearty laughs and nodded with satisfaction at Song Qiao, praising him.
"What I've done is nothing. But you, promoted to Brigadier General at such a young age."
"Your future is boundless, hahahaha..."
"Not at all, Brother Long, you are a Dragon General."
"Every great deed you've accomplished is thunderous and awe-inspiring!"
"No, no, no. I heard from people in the department that you personally killed Sheng Xiong, that's true divine skill!"
"Brother Long, you're too modest."
"Brother Song, you are truly young and promising, hahahaha..."
"By the way, I also heard that Brother Long on the battlefield..."
The two stood there praising each other, recounting each other's achievements.
They only chatted more happily and became more engrossed.
The shooting range was silent of gunshots, only the sounds of them clapping each other on the back and chest, and their hearty laughter when they got excited.
Mo Ling and Gao Meng stood together, dumbfounded.
Gao Meng's eyes widened, and she said speechlessly.
"Are all men this narcissistic?"
She didn't know why the two of them were chatting so happily, and Gao Meng found it incredibly boring.
So she pouted and went to the side to practice her shooting.
The sound of gunfire resumed, but it still couldn't dampen their mutual admiration.
Mo Ling took a deep breath again. She couldn't stand their behavior anymore.
Seeing how they hit it off like old friends, she was afraid they'd be planning to go out for a drink together soon.
"Song Qiao!"
Song Qiao casually waved his hand and replied with impatience.
"Don't disturb us, we're chatting here... Brother Long, where were we?"
"We were talking about your team's operation in Shanshui."
"Right, right! Let me tell you, Brother Long, you have no idea..."
Mo Ling was dumbfounded. She stepped forward and coughed twice, saying irritably.
"What did you want to see me about!"
Reminded of the important matter, Song Qiao finally came back to his senses, though still with a lingering desire.
"I almost forgot. It's just a small matter."
"Would you play a game of chess with Guo Can for me?"
Mo Ling was slightly taken aback by this. She looked at Song Qiao in disbelief and questioned him.
"You call this a small matter?"
Song Qiao didn't plead with her; he turned back to Zeng Long.
"How about it, Brother Long, help your little brother out this once? Don't worry, she's just a stinky woman."
"As long as Brother Long steps in, I guarantee she'll..."
"Alright, alright, I promise you!" Mo Ling was so annoyed by the two of them arguing that she simply agreed.
"You can set the time, but I can't guarantee I'll win."
"You know, I'm not like her, who can play chess and chat with people every day."
"I might not be her opponent right now."
Song Qiao smiled upon hearing this. "Just don't lose too badly."