"I can respect you."
Standing before Quezi, Ji Xinghe looked down with an oppressive angle never used before, asking, "Can you respect me?"
Unconsciously, his stature had reached one meter ninety-eight. The military boots he wore, tailored for the environment of an Alien Planet, had soles five centimeters thick.
At a height of two meters and three centimeters, he faced Quezi, who at the moment wore soft-soled slippers and was barefoot, standing only one meter eighty-two tall.
He was like a teacher looking at a student engrossed in reading web novels during class, like a father looking at his child playing truant.
Quezi was both the student and the child.
But he was neither a student nor a child.
He stood tall and straight before Ji Xinghe, whose mere name could silence the cries of children at night within the empire,
"Old man, everyone can only respect you as much as I do, no one can respect you more!"
