Morgan had heard of stealth fighters, but stealth transport planes... this was the first time he'd heard of them.
Do such weapons exist in this world?!
He didn't know.
But now was not the time to think about these things.
"Inform our people to come support us immediately." Morgan roared as he charged toward the stairs, "KING, you like fighting, don't you? Fine, then let's see whose territory this really is."
Back upstairs, Morgan kicked open the restaurant door and stormed up to Anton.
"Do you think your paratroopers alone can beat me? Let me tell you!" He grabbed Anton by the collar, "Within ten minutes, my people will come from the surrounding campsites. No matter how many people the Rose Force has, even if they all mobilized, it's nothing more than ten thousand. Do you know how many I have?"
"Twenty thousand," Anton said.
"So, you know," Morgan sneered, "then, who do you think will win?"
Anton stared at him calmly, "Me!"
