This kind of attack cannot harm Winters Montaigne at all; he smiled politely without responding.
However, Pierre could not allow anyone to insult the Blood Wolf; he stood up abruptly, squeezing out a warning through clenched teeth: "Yasin, watch your words."
"Sorry, sorry..." The Little Lion waved his hands repeatedly, apologizing in a panic: "I'm just a barbarian, I don't understand your customs."
"You..." Pierre glared.
Winters gently patted Pierre's leg, and the next second, Pierre sat back down but continued to glare at the Little Lion.
"Alright, don't glare at me, Military Governor, your eyeballs are about to fall to the ground." The Little Lion said with a smile: "You're not really that angry, are you? No need to act this out, even if you do nothing, Hestas wouldn't mind."
Pierre's fists clenched tightly at this.
Ignoring Pierre, the Little Lion smiled and asked Winters: "Did you two rehearse in advance?"
