Devin looked up immediately and stood still. “Yes, I had some urgent business to attend to. Why are you here? Is something up?”
“Nothing. I just want to know about your upcoming plans,” Sebastian replied coolly.
The light cast a soft glow on Sebastian, who had both hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants. Although he stood up straight, he gave off a languid and casual vibe.
There was also a certain air of nonchalance in his expression.
Devin was stunned. “Plans? Are you referring to my family? Or my work?”
“Work,” Sebastian answered.
“About work, I’ll still be the leader of special forces at the military base. What’s the matter? Why did you ask this question?” Devin was suspicious.
All this while, Sebastian never asked him about his work life. They were close and often helped each other out, but he never asked him about his future plans.
“Nothing. I heard from that old man that congress will elect a new president once Alfred White loses. With a new political party in power, a new group of leaders is needed. When will you be involved?” Sebastian asked.
“What?” Devin’s eyes widened. “Why would I get involved? I’m not a politician. I belong to the battlefield, and killing my enemies is what I do. Why the hell would I go down that road?”
At once, Devin refused vehemently. He sounded agitated, too.
Sebastian did not move, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips.
Devin’s reaction reminded him of his father. Back then, when Jonathan wanted Shin to enter the political field, the latter’s behaved exactly like Devin.
What’s it called? Inheritance, I guess. It’s not necessary for one’s own son to inherit a soldier’s spirit, as long as one’s descendent carries the family bloodline.
Feeling satisfied, Sebastian left.
Devin watched his back with a confused expression. “What the hell is he up to? Did he come all the way here just to ask me this question?”
At the same time, a commander passed by. “Major, why is your brother looking for you? Does he want you to drive him home? I heard that he’s bringing your nephews and niece along.”
Devin was shocked. Home? Is he going back to Avenport? Should I tag along and have a look?
All of a sudden, his heart skipped a beat, and that ridiculous idea popped into existence in his head.
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