Crash!
Quentin smashed the cup on the floor as he shouted furiously at Black Mamba, “Gather all the subordinates and use the human wave attack. Destroy them no matter how heavy the price is!”
Black Mamba froze on the spot, his gaze filled with hesitation.
Quentin glared at him wrathfully. “Black Mamba, are you trying to disobey my command?”
Feeling in a dilemma, Black Mamba advised, “We have already suffered a great loss. Everyone knows that Nathan's men are sharpshooters. I'm afraid no one would dare to risk their lives to go to the frontlines...”
Quentin opened up his drawer and drew out a Desert Eagle. Then, he pointed it right at Black Mamba's bald head. “If your subordinates don't dare to go first, you should be the one leading them!”
Black Mamba widened his eyes and looked at Quentin in shock and disbelief.
At that moment, Quentin's eyes were filled with hostility. He looked like a wild beast on the loose.
Black Mamba knew his head would be blown off if he dared to reject the order.
He lowered his head and murmured, “Understood.”
Quentin sneered coldly. “Get out of my sight!”
With that, Black Mamba left.
Quentin sat back down and placed the Desert Eagle on his desk.
He took a glance at Queenie, whose eyes were brimming with tears. A boisterous laugh left his lips in response. “Don't worry. You will see your father soon. However, it will be a corpse. Hahaha!”
Yet, to Quentin's befuddlement, he did not hear any gunfire after a long while.
He stood up and wanted to confront Black Mamba about what happened.
Right at that moment, the office's door was pushed open. Black Mamba walked in.
Before Quentin could open his mouth, Black Mamba stood aside and bowed toward the door.
Quentin could not believe what came into his sight.
He saw a tall, handsome man wearing Eurasia's camouflage uniform walking in casually.
It was Nathan.
Quentin was utterly dumbfounded.
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