As he watched in horror, the woman, her face a mask of cold fury, rammed the leg bone straight into Jiang Tianming's mouth.
...
In the front cabin, Mo Si leaned back quietly in his chair.
Jiang Tianming, in the rear cabin, was on the verge of a complete breakdown. There was nothing in front of him, yet his expression was one of pure terror. One moment he was crying, the next he was laughing, then he was begging for it to stop. He bit his own fist while slamming his head against the floor—a whole repertoire of madness.
Qiudao and Changbei watched silently from the side, exchanging messages with extreme caution via their mental interface.
Changbei: What do you think is going on?
Qiudao: I don't know, but the Admiral is furious.
Changbei: ...He's never like this during the truce periods. The Admiral only gets a little short-tempered on the front lines.
