Lucas Grassley walked quickly behind, unable to resist looking up at the fat man in front of him. He felt extremely tense!
He was being used as the "vanguard" by his older brother, and he felt quite uneasy about it.
"Are you nervous?"
Casare, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at him, with a smile that seemed there but wasn't, looking somewhat creepy like a puppet from Puppet Horror.
"No...no, I just feel a bit hot, hahaha." Lucas Grassley laughed awkwardly.
How could he not be nervous?
He was about to meet none other than Victor, known by nicknames such as "North American Tyrant," "Son of God," and "American Destroyer"!!!
These were names given by those who were friendly or neutral; those unfriendly would refer to him with titles like tyrant, oppressor, or scourge, which had a "unique status" in history.
Casare nodded with a fake smile, "Let's go, don't keep the Supreme Leader waiting too long."
Thud thud thud—
