It truly is a fine tradition. He would rather stay by Ah Gan's side, managing the security company while providing personal protection and attentive service for Ah Gan.
He enjoys this life and is willing to continue living like this until he can no longer hold a gun and can no longer protect Ah Gan.
Nevada's warm morning light shone on them, tranquil and comfortable. They stayed silent for a long time, quietly munching on steamed buns and fried chicken.
The sun climbed higher and higher, and the sunlight gradually became scorching. Quentin opened the sunshade on the small balcony. In the dry Nevada, being in the shade quickly brought some coolness.
"Quentin," said Gan Guoyang.
"Yeah."
"The last season."
"What?"
"This season will be my last season."
Quentin stopped chewing, thought for a while, and said, "You're not making a third comeback, are you?"
"No, I won't. I don't have the capacity for that anymore. My back hurts a lot."
