King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1531 - Capítulo 1531: 1243: Elderly Companions in Il

Capítulo 1531: Chapter 1243: Elderly Companions in Illness (Part 2)

Joe Ga looked at the bustling comrcial street and shook his head, saying, “Where are the rules? It’s just a hustle and bustle!”

Then, Joe Ga asked softly, “Old man, what’s the background of your old squad leader?

If he’s really skilled, I could assemble a few teams for him to lead. There’s going to be a town defense competition afterward, which is the real essence of the contest…”

Old Tong was incredulous as he widened his eyes and said, “Is that even possible?”

Joe Ga replied matter-of-factly, “It’s not like you have to go into battle yourself for these competitions. As long as he truly has skills, he can let my soldiers experience it. Such a great thing!”

Old Tong rubbed his hands together upon hearing this, and then smacked his lips, saying, “Little Joe, wait for . I’ll go ask my squad leader…”

Saying this, Old Tong didn’t give Joe Ga a chance to speak, striding into the shop and rescuing a sullen old man from the side of a big aunt…

The two whispered a few words, and even from ten ters away, Joe Ga could sense the old man’s lifeless eyes lighting up. Then, amidst the scolding of the aunties, the two elderly n swiftly walked to the entrance, pulling Joe Ga along…

Kitten watched as her man was taken away by two old n, and she was just about to catch up when Old Tong’s grandmother spotted her…

Grandma Yuan was in high spirits at the mont. Seeing the old fellows with Joe Ga, she shook her head and smiled at their backs before grabbing Kitten, who wanted to follow Joe Ga, and glared at her granddaughter, saying, “Always thinking about playing. Co inside to eat…”

Grandma Yuan patted Kitten’s hand and said, “When Little Joe had his son, only Tong Tong’s mother was here. We old folks didn’t catch up…

So be careful, let us old folks share so of that happiness!

Co on, co on, let’s go eat sothing together. These days, Africa’s food has worn us out, so today we asked Iron Shovel to prepare so good dishes. After eating, I’ll join you for a walk to help digest…”

Kitten was quite familiar with Grandma and understood the relationship between Joe Ga and Tong Tong’s family.

Seeing Grandma’s enthusiasm, Kitten felt exceptionally warm even though she wasn’t used to it…

Watching Tong Tong with a sullen face, unwilling to go inside, Kitten smiled at Grandma and said, “Then I’ll trouble you…”

Then Kitten waved to Kasu as well and said, “Let’s go together…”

…………

Joe Ga was almost dragged a few hundred ters along the comrcial street by several old n before they sat down in a small tavern…

The tavern wasn’t very big, with only 8 square tables, selling Central Africa’s specialty, banana wine, along with so imported drinks.

The side dishes were simple, deep-fried peanuts, a few African specialty nuts, and a local beef jerky with stewed mutton soup passed down from the cookhouse.

The tavern was doing extrely well…

When Joe Ga and the others entered, they heard the black owner boasting about the tavern’s classic Chinese ancient style decoration.

The guy held “The Legend of the Condor Heroes” in his left hand, pointed at several old Harbour Island posters with flying bats Ke Zhen’e on the wall, and boasted that Jiangnan’s Seven Freaks also liked his banana wine.

Joe Ga couldn’t see anything resembling a Chinese tavern aside from everything being made of wood…

But seeing the tourists convinced, when facing inquiries from several tourists wanting to take pictures, under the expectant gaze of the tavern owner, Joe Ga pinched his nose and stated that such a tavern was indeed a beloved spot for Chinese martial artists…

The tavern owner was thrilled, and he cleared a table near the window for Joe Ga and his group, then eagerly served several bottles of banana wine with appetizers…

Old Tong seed particularly respectful to the skinny old man next to him. He gestured for Joe Ga to dismiss the overenthusiastic tavern owner, then opened a bottle of banana wine and handed it to the old man, saying, “Squad leader, have a sip!”

The old man didn’t hesitate. He raised the bottle, gestured to Joe Ga, took a swig himself, then disdainfully smacked his lips, saying, “This stuff doesn’t have the kick of Erguotou…”

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga smiled and waved to invite the tavern owner over, whispering a few words in his ear, and then the tavern owner looked differently at the two old n…

He hurriedly ran to the bar, rummaged inside for a while, then brought over two green bottles of Erguotou, intensely watching the two old n to see how they could drink such a strong liquor…

Old Tong didn’t expect that the small tavern in Africa would even have Erguotou. He twisted open the cap, sniffed it, and then proactively poured a glass for Joe Ga and the old man…

The old man raised the glass, emotionally saying, “I haven’t had Erguotou in five years…

They keep saying they want to live longer, but they won’t allow this nor that. What’s there to live for?”

Then, the old man raised his glass to clink with Joe Ga and said, “I, old Du, will call you Little Joe, and I have to thank you. This past month has been full of shooting and hunting, really troubling you…”

Joe Ga drained his glass in one go, then chewed on a few peanuts to dilute the taste of Erguotou, and shooed away the admiring owner. To Old Du, he said, “There’s no trouble at all. Grandpa Tong is my grandpa too. When I see you, I must call you grandpa…

I’m the junior here. If I didn’t greet you earlier, it’s my bad!

Please don’t be polite here. There’s not much I have, except plenty of guns and soldiers. Since you’ve co through blade and fire, if you want to relive the glory days, you’re absolutely welco here.

Just so you can give so lessons to my company’s Xiao Hei!

Then Joe Ga proactively picked up the bottle, topping off the glasses for the two elders, and with a smile, he asked, “Old man, how many years did you fight in the Southwest?”

Old Du listened, touched his two fingers together, and said, “Since ’79, a full ten years!”

Joe Ga listened and gasped, saying, “Wasn’t it rotational? How did it end up like this?”

Old Tong listened and chuckled, saying, “Rotational duty isn’t that easy. There always had to be tough guys leading the way for the newcors.

The old squad leader was promoted to regint commander then, but he stubbornly refused further promotion, staying in that place to hold out for a full ten years.”

Joe Ga looked at Old Du like a deity, incredulously exclaiming, “What for?”

Old Du grinned, pointed at his temple, and said, “I don’t know, but sothing here told to stay there and do what I do best…

They call this Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I don’t know if that’s right, but since retiring, I haven’t been comfortable.”

Joe Ga paused, smiled, lifted his glass, and said, “I understand that feeling because I have it too!

It seems only when I’m doing what I’m best at that I can relax.

I might be doing well in business now, and many say I’m a big deal, but I know it. Only when I’m holding a gun do I feel the most at ease!”

Old Du paused, suddenly reaching to grab the gun from Old Tong’s waist…

When Old Du slamd the gun on the table, finding Joe Ga not overly nervous, he nodded, saying, “Being clear-headed ans the mind’s not broken. The real worry is those worn-out on the battlefield, neither human nor ghost, ending up with nothing…

Then, Old Du looked at Joe Ga with an empathetic glance and said, “This isn’t a disease, but so people really fear it…”

Joe Ga suddenly realized how tough the old man’s retired life must have been…

Putting himself in the old man’s shoes, imagining suppressing his inner desires for family, striving to beco a harmless old man, he felt shivers down his spine…

To truly empathize, you have to walk in others’ shoes, on paths they’ve walked…

Joe Ga suddenly understood Old Du deeply!