A surge of blood rushed to Mu Fan's heart; he disliked having a gun pointed at his head the most. Narrowing his eyes at his opponent, he coldly spat out four words: "No comment."
He then looked at Falcon, ready to await this man's opinion, but he didn't expect the performance of this powerful S-Team captain to nearly cause him internal injury from holding back laughter.
Falcon noticed Mu Fan's questioning gaze. Upon seeing the surrounding circle of rifles and heavy artillery, he instinctively removed his cigar and, with trembling fingers, pointed at Lindek, stammering as he spoke:
"You, you..."
"How can you do this? We are people from the superior Military Department, having just come down. Why do you keep troubling us!"
Seeing the officer leading the other side was so exasperated, Lindek felt a kind of unspeakable delight.
However, when his eyes swept to the people next to him, he was somewhat puzzled because their faces looked a bit strange...
