Ever since Farrow became legion commander, he had done everything he could to suppress Roster.
Roster had suffered in silence. Whether it was his connections or his resources, he was far inferior to Farrow, and could only watch helplessly as he was pushed out of the center of power.
Recently, Roster had been drowning himself in wine and dreams, hardly ever showing up at military headquarters. Farrow had nearly forgotten about him. He never expected Roster to suddenly puff himself up and dare to speak to him like this.
For a moment, he was stunned, unable to react.
But Roster pressed his advantage, taking a step forward with an imposing air and giving him no time to respond.
"Frontline reconnaissance reports show an over eighty percent chance of a beast tide forming! As deputy commander, during a state of war readiness, I'm verifying the reserve data for advanced weapons and reviewing files on the weaknesses of potentially threatening alien beasts so we can prepare defensive and counterattack plans. What's the problem with that?"
With each sentence, he stepped closer, his words hammering into Farrow like a rapid-fire barrage:
"Or does Your Excellency the commander believe that I, the deputy commander, don't even have the right to perform my basic duties during a state of war readiness? That everything has to wait for you... or the Lotto Family behind you... to give their personal approval?"
Farrow was caught off guard by Roster's sudden show of force, his face turning ashen.
The guards behind him held their breath, feeling the air between the two commanders grow taut as a drawn bowstring. The generals busy with their duties also gathered around, all utterly shocked by the scene.
"What's gotten into General Roster? He's so fierce! He actually dares to stand up to Legion