Olegar's Fist's actions enraged Roan beyond measure, because they had not only dragged Demetrius Zaarin's fleet along with them, but had also run headlong into the relentlessly pursuing Imperial fleet.
They had actually not run! They had actually stayed on Metalon Planet and waited to be attacked!!
Roan slammed his fist down hard on the table, fury blazing in his eyes. "Just who the hell is this Olegar?! Who gave him the confidence to face the Imperial fleet head-on?! Has this bastard always been this brave?"
The leaders of the various pirate factions around him all fell silent, not daring to utter a word.
Roan's brutality was already known throughout the Calamity Legion. Even now, the corpse at his feet with its brains splattered out showed exactly what happened to those who angered him.
"Have you found out what's happening on Metalon Planet?!" Roan roared.
"We already dispatched scout craft... They reported half an hour ago that they were returning, but contact was lost afterward," one of the leaders said quietly.
Bang!! With a dull thud, Roan kicked the leader several meters away.
"If you haven't contacted them, what the hell are you still doing here? Get out there, find them, and don't come back until you do!" Roan bellowed.
The leader scrambled out on all fours.
"Bastards! You're all fucking bastards!!" Roan was still seething, cursing to himself. "You actually dared to make me lose such a huge deal! That Olegar—I'll make him pay! Bastard! Fucking bastard!!"
During the previous standoff on Azure Planet, his forces had been far inferior to Olegar's Fist, so he had had no choice but to back down and withdraw for the time being.
Although he could see that most of Olegar's Fist consisted of obsolete second- and third-rate warships, there were still quite