"Fifth! Sixth! Seventh!" Seeing Winters about to raise his fifth finger, Gessa Adonis finally couldn't bear it any longer and sprang to his feet, getting in Winters' face, his saliva spattering on the latter, "Eighth! Ninth! Tenth! How many more?!"
"You sly devil," Colonel Gessa was trembling with fury, "You've taken all the advantage, haven't you?"
He laughed harshly in his anger, with an expression of shock yet unable to suppress amusement, and sternly demanded: "Are you naming your price? Or are you giving me an ultimatum?!"
"I haven't named my price yet," Winters' voice was calm like water, carrying a power that could convince, "Colonel."
"What?" Gessa calmed down a little.
"I will support you in becoming the highest military commander of the Republic of Paratu," Winters, unruffled, wiped the saliva off his face and continued, "Fifth, I need you to ensure that you don't recklessly deploy troops to attack Kingsfort until we have sufficient intelligence support..."
