"Tony, what's he doing?!" Diana felt like her lungs were about to explode. How did the old man, wise all his life, hand the Phantom Corps to such a person?
"I don't know," Tony, beside her, responded with dry lips and a vacant stare.
"Don't know?" Diana jumped up: "Are you just going to let him mess with your fleet like this? No, I'm going to find Maggie. If she doesn't give an explanation, I'd rather defy orders and let the old man deal with me than leave everyone's lives in this guy's hands!"
Saying this, the hot-tempered Diana turned to leave but was quickly grabbed by Tony.
"Why are you holding me?" Diana's pretty face showed an angry scowl. "Tony, this isn't a joke. Even if we have full confidence in your fleet, a pride led by an idiot will only face destruction!"
"Wait..." Tony didn't even glance at Diana, his eyes fixed on Fatty's command computer screen below.
