Under the guidance of Zhang Shicun, Xu Fan quickly came to the front of the General.
Having spent a lifetime in the military, the old man, though aged, still carried an imposing demeanor. Clad in his uniform, he stood like an upright pine, commanding respect and awe.
"Are you Xu Fan?"
Although he held a high position, the old man showed no airs. With a brief glance at Xu Fan, he began to ask.
Xu Fan smiled slightly and nodded. "Yes, I am Xu Fan. It's a small matter, sorry to trouble you to come personally."
"Hey, you're being too polite."
Nodding it off without any sense of impropriety, the old man waved his hand and joked, "I heard one of the founding generals came to see this old man, so shouldn't I come personally?"
"Hmm, may I ask, which one of the founding generals?"
Plop!
As soon as the old man jokingly asked this, a thudding sound came from behind Xu Fan, as the iron-faced policeman, who had earlier boasted, knelt down directly.
