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He opened the door for them and they got out one after the other without appreciation. Nevertheless, they were unaware that he was Sgt. Young until that time.

“Good afternoon, Sgt. Young,” the Corporal at the door saluted him, and their eyes beamed in excitement.

“Good afternoon,” he returned the salute and walked towards the automatic glass door and his officers followed him.

To his surprise, the guests were transfixed.

“Kindly come in, Field Marshal,” he turned back and pleaded.

Whether they were aware that he slapped Sgt. Young or not, it was late. They feigned boldness, smiled weakly, and followed him. He led them into the hotel lobby and offered them seats.

They sat down, appreciated him for the first time but could not take their eyes off him.

“How can I slap Sgt. Young who ended Gen. Hanklin's career?” He asked with a low tone and looked at Jerry and his men who were standing aside.

“I thought he was the Sales Manager. How come he is not reacting?” the minister asked him and go