The defeated candidates who had been beaten by Li Fei included not only energetic middle-aged people but also elderly men with black and white hair. However, they were all significant figures in today's world, with naturally accommodating temperaments.
"Young man, you have a promising future."
"It's truly the Yangtze River's back waves pushing the front waves away. Li Fei, this award suits you perfectly."
"Huaxia can produce talent like this, I am truly envious."
"..."
Praise and compliments flowed endlessly; every great figure here sincerely admired Li Fei for receiving the award.
After receiving the award, Li Fei went to the restroom, followed by a shadow.
The person was none other than General O'Brien, whom Li Fei had previously encountered.
His expression was quite unsightly, given how his country's carefully cultivated puppet forces were destroyed at Li Fei's hands.
Li Fei smiled slightly, "General O'Brien, we meet again."
