She suddenly realized that this guy was not as obedient and tame as he appeared on the surface.
His strength was far more terrifying than she had imagined.
"Kael, according to Article 23, Clause 7 of The Federation's law, deliberately attacking a female Commander is a first-degree hazardous act."
Caleb Shaw stood up, his voice as cold as ice.
"Now, execute the sentence."
Caleb Shaw slowly drew his sidearm from his waist.
His finger rested steadily on the trigger, applying slight pressure with his fingertips.
His entire demeanor was as cold as a thousand-year-old glacier.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his gaze sharp as a blade, locking straight onto Kael ahead, with the gun barrel aimed directly at his chest.
In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, and even the wind ceased to flow.
The opponent had completely lost his sanity, unable to comprehend any human language.
He was like a beast cornered with no escape, stomping his feet anxiously in place.
