Leitao grew more furious as he spoke, his eyes blazing with anger, veins bulging on his forehead. "I've risked my life on the battlefield countless times, fighting the Japanese and saving those prisoners of war along the way. And what do I get? One of them turns out to be a freak who bites the hand that feeds him and makes false accusations! I, Leitao, have always walked a straight path and stood tall; I cannot tolerate being slandered like this. The battle had just ended, and my temper hadn't cooled down. Who would have expected that bastard to come looking for a death wish right into the barrel of my gun? He deserved every bit of that beating!"
The emissary sent by the Guo'an Army Division Commander wore a grim expression and said, "Regardless of how you spin it, this is a flagrant violation of military discipline and a direct assault on a superior officer. You must give us an explanation."
Leitao sneered. "A superior officer? He's no superior of mine. Besides, he was the one who came at me with a wooden stick first; I was merely acting in self-defense. Look, Military Statistics Special Action Team Leader, you saw it all. That stick was about to come down right on my head—was I wrong to defend myself bare-handed?" His voice suddenly dropped to a menacing growl, "Or should I have just blown that son of a bitch's brains out with my pistol?"
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