บท 1055: Chapter 927: To Fight or Not to Fight (Subscribe please!)

In Lang Cai's home.

Inside the study.

Smoke filled the air.

Sitting opposite Lang Cai was an old man of roughly his age, his best friend, and also the second most powerful military big shot in Myanmar, controlling nearly half of the nation's military might.

Lu Sang.

One of Lang Cai's own trusted proteges and a person he trusted immensely.

Both were heavy smokers.

The only difference was their preferences: Lang Cai liked cigarettes, while Lu Sang preferred cigars.

"Cough, cough..."

Lang Cai had taken only a few drags before he couldn't help coughing.

"You too, the doctor told you not to smoke and yet you insist on doing it, even dragging me into it," Lu Sang said with a wry smile as he put out his cigar, looking at the increasingly aged Lang Cai and sighing at how unforgiving the years were.

Time is fair to everyone.

It doesn't just kill you.

It can also erase your glory.