"I'm your grandpa!"
This voice jumped out from the communicator's speaker, carrying three parts disdain, three parts mockery, and four parts impatience, bouncing twice as it crisply hit the ground.
Auben had fought battles all his life and encountered various enemies, always maintaining a superior psychological advantage. But this time, he felt as if carelessly sticking his face out, only to be slapped efficiently and swiftly by someone eager to hunt. The voice slapped him hard, a sudden fiery pain.
He's seen lack of grace, but never to this extent.
"Fight is fight, asking names, what a bird show-off!" Fatty cursed.
The Jiepeng officers standing beside Auben wore alternating expressions of blue and white, anger bubbling out.
"Do you think you've definitely won? Don't forget, on your left wing, the Destroyer Fleet ratio is four to one." Auben's voice was calm, expressionless. Only Yamamoto, beside him, could see his temple's bulging veins and the flush around his blinded eye.
