"Who filmed this content! And who the hell uploaded it!"
In the Loman Empire's military advisory group encampment in Villain, Brigadier General Douglas roared with uncontrollable rage, his fist, adorned with several rings, slamming against the table. THUD! THUD!
Morris knew full well this was one of Douglas's habits for intimidation—pounding the table to seem imposing. In reality, anyone who knew him understood it was all just an empty bluff.
"To have filmed those scenes, there must be a traitor in our midst! This is treason! Treason!"
Brigadier General Douglas's neck was stiff, the veins bulging visibly.
"Who is it? Who is maliciously insulting our sacred war to reclaim the land of our destiny! If I find this traitor, I will, I will make him regret the day he was born..."
Douglas pointed his finger and cursed at Morris and his colleagues for a long time.
