At these words, everyone's expressions changed drastically. Even Samuel looked at John, who stood at the head of the table, in shock.
He had never imagined that Major John, renowned for his exceptional intellect, would openly overstep his branch and exercise Major General Tony's authority without permission. He even dared to threaten five officers ranked more than two levels above him in public.
Such behavior could no longer be described as merely bold. It was utterly lawless, a complete disregard for military discipline!
Feeling the angry and astonished gazes of the colleagues around him, Samuel had originally intended to grit his teeth and persuade John not to make such a joke.
But before he could act, Max Laila, commander of the 1st Infantry Regiment, abruptly stood up. Pointing angrily at John's nose, he cursed:
"John Maslow, who the hell do you think you are? What gives you the right to hold a meeting in Major General Tony's place?"
"And I advise you not to seek your own death. If you know what's good for you, hurry up and bring Major General Tony—"
Before Max could finish, John, seated at the head of the table, slowly raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap!
The next second, Igonila, who had been standing behind him, appeared behind Max like a ghost. Without a word, he kicked Max behind the knee, then, amid everyone's furious and horrified stares, seized his hair.
A chillingly feral grin suddenly spread across his previously youthful face.
Before Max could struggle with a spell, Igonila grabbed his head and smashed it viciously into the conference table in front of him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Ha ha ha!"
The dull impacts, Igonila's wild laughter, and Max's screams echoed throughout the conference room.
The other four regiment commanders watched in horror