Beitang Yunxiu's posture remained impeccably straight. Even in Kang Chen's presence, despite being defeated, she didn't feel she was beneath anyone. Losing once—so what? She believed that in another two years, after accumulating more experience, she would inevitably defeat Kang Chen.
Beitang Yunxiu said, "Even as a defeated nation, we still represent a country. The dialogue between you and me should take place in a formal and absolutely equal setting..."
Before Beitang Yunxiu could finish, Kang Chen interjected, "But clearly, you're far from qualified."
Beitang Yunxiu's eyes carried a chill. "For Mr. Chen to speak with such cutting words, especially to a woman, isn't that unbecoming?"
Kang Chen replied coldly, "On the battlefield, when you pick up a gun, in my view, there are no women or men—only comrades and enemies."
Comrades are those you can entrust your back to; enemies are those you aim at and eliminate.
In Kang Chen's eyes, Beitang Yunxiu was undoubtedly the latter.