Just as Qi Yue was about to say something, Ji Changming and seven other generals suddenly stood at attention uniformly. Although the average age of these generals was over sixty years old, the solemn and chilling aura still surged forward when they stood at attention. The solemn expressions on their faces startled everyone present.
Ji Changming bellowed in a deep voice, "Salute to the hero of our country."
Eight palms, the right hands of eight generals, all simultaneously adopted the most standard posture next to their military caps.
Silence. The entire room fell into complete silence. The expressions of the eight generals were very solemn, showing respect in their eyes.
Ying Xiaodie, surprised, covered her mouth, while the five women brought by Qi Yue, including Ji Mingming, subconsciously widened their eyes.
Qi Tianlei was dumbfounded as he looked at these eight generals, unsure of what to say.
