Chapter 159: Honestly, I Just Wanted to Keep a Low Profile!

Was I about to show off again? He'd wanted to keep his head down. The trouble was, no one else would allow it. All Nash Johnston could do was sigh. He lifted his gaze to the man in front of him-a barrel-chested regimental commander from the Southwest Military Region, Greyson, whose very stance radiated a hard-as-nails intensity. "Looking to spar?" Nash said. "Fine." He added, almost lazily, "Just don't regret it later, Commander Greyson." Greyson burst out laughing. As a hard-nosed soldier...