Overwhelming Victory, Snap of the Fingers

Aldrich Killian suddenly turned around and demanded sharply, "Did Fleet make a move?"

Of the three big men who had followed him into the laboratory, the two on the left and right took a synchronized step backward.

The big man forced into the center position still looked utterly clueless.

He watched his boss glaring fiercely at him and asked with utter bewilderment,

"Huh?! Are you asking me?"

He hurriedly looked left and right, only to discover in shock that his two companions had somehow retreated behind him.

The big man had no choice but to scratch his head and reply, "I don't know, Boss."

"That bastard Fleet hasn't sent word yet."

Killian strode up to him, raised his head, and cursed angrily, "You can't even handle a tiny task like this, trash! A bunch of trash!"

The big man hurriedly closed his eyes and let spittle spray all over his face.

After finishing his tirade, Killian stormed outward angrily, and as he passed the wretched researcher cowering on the ground, he kicked him over.

"You're trash, too!"

The wretched researcher clutched his kicked kidney, curled up on the ground, and didn't dare make a sound.

The two big men who had narrowly escaped disaster exchanged a silent glance and breathed sighs of relief.

Meanwhile, the center-position big man who had just received a facial of spit raised a hand to wipe his face, turned around, and looked at his two companions with a grievance-filled expression.

"Thomas, Vane, you two are too heartless. You didn't even give me a heads-up."

Thomas on the left raised a hand to pat his shoulder and chuckled, "No choice, Savin. Who told you to be our boss."

Vane on the right laughed even more gleefully, "You should really get that rusted brain of yours spinning,