Chapter 412: Be the King of Fishmongers

That night, Daniel Lyson slept in a hazy, heavy daze. Ever since he'd gotten the System, he hadn't truly gotten drunk once. But that evening, the alcohol hadn't needed to be strong. His heart had done the rest. He and the old squad leader both ended up plastered. In his dreams, scenes kept flashing past. They trained in the jungle together, sweating through field drills. The first time they crushed the Black Tiger Unit, a swarm of monkeys clutching wooden sticks fought shoulder to shoulder with...