C677 Unable to Hold on Any Longer

Qian Mingguang lowered his head, his right hand holding the blade and his empty left hand balled into a ball, and whispered in an extremely shameless tone.

"I... I'm afraid ..."

Upon hearing Qian Mingguang's words, the old officer paused. After a while, his old face revealed a smile, and he patted Qian Mingguang's shoulder with a smile, comforting him: Xiaopang, raise your head