Although the existence of the Refusers was no secret, most ordinary soldiers had no idea what they actually did and how they operated.

According to Lao Jian, one had to be at least a district platoon leader before ever having direct contact with them, and even then, only when they reached out first.

Han Qingyu was about to leave with the guard when a voice came from behind him.

“Watch what you say in there.”

Stopping, Han Qingyu turned to stare back at Lao Jian with a confused expression, as if silently asking what he meant by that.

“Just don’t go shamelessly asking them for stuff. The Refusers don’t deal in that sort of thing,” Lao Jian joked. Despite his smile, there was something like concern, maybe even worry, in his eyes.

This was Blood Gourd Boy’s affliction these days. The moment anyone within the organization so much as hinted at questioning Han Qingyu, Captain Lao would be the first to jump up and defend him.

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