"Make him the President?" Russell and Mihailovich exchanged bitter smiles. This Fatty was good at everything, except for his whimsical behavior. Without pushing him to a dead end, as President, he'd probably spend every day indulging in eating, drinking, and playing.
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The Third Elder Sankey tightly gripped Fatty's hand.
The elders and the Branch Director beside them all had amused smiles hanging on their lips, watching the two of them.
In the Tai Sect, everyone knew Sankey hailed from Earth and had a background as a mercenary. After arriving at Mars Free Port, he lived off underground fighting for a long time.
His record stood at fourteen wins and zero losses. Among the fourteen matches, thirteen opponents had died by his iron hands. Another had his spine twisted and broken, resulting in lifelong paralysis.
