Wolfric's temper spiked once more when he heard that.
The urge to ask the man to clarify whether he meant that he was reckless or weak gripped him.
However, he was afraid that Nathan would praise him for having some self-awareness, so he could only give up on doing so vexedly.
At that exact moment, a series of footsteps sounded outside.
On the heels of that, a group of heavily armed special forces from Ariarica holding sub-machine guns charged in.
When they saw that Wolfric was still alive, they all surreptitiously breathed a sigh of relief.
The captain asked in concern, “Are you okay, Admiral Welz?”
As Wolfric did not dare gainsay Nathan earlier, he vented his anger on his subordinates then.
With his face contorted in fury, he snarled, “Do I look as though I'm fine? What were you useless lot doing just now?”
The captain reflexively explained, “I didn't receive any signal from you requesting backup, Admiral...”
Before he could finish speaking, he noticed the murderous look in Wolfric's eyes. Such terror struck him that he did not dare continue but stood there silently, ready to be lectured.
“I'll settle the score with you later,” Wolfric hissed.
Just then, Leopold came in with a few subordinates.
“Haha, it's really lively in here. Is everyone okay?”
“Yeah. Everyone is good, other than Wolfric, who suffered some superficial injuries,” Nathan replied with a smile. “We've also taken Wael alive. How are things on your side?”
Leopold studied Wolfric, who was beaten and bruised, with great interest, his expression and the look in his eyes seemingly mocking the latter for being the only person injured.
Chagrined by the man's gaze, Wolfric forcibly smothered his wrath and asserted, “Commander Cross asked you a question, Leopold. How are things on your side?”
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