Inside the command compartment of the Ghost submarine.
Captain Mike and every surviving crew member had heard Zhao Mengsheng's words over the public channel.
Every face instantly turned a furious purple!
Mike, in particular, trembled with rage and nearly spat blood.
A malfunction?
Stranded?
Humanitarian aid?
Fuck your humanitarian aid!
If you bastards hadn't dropped depth charges like they cost nothing, would my submarine have ended up in this sorry state?!
This was nothing short of naked humiliation!
"You people from the Dragon Kingdom! You're playing with fire! You're deliberately provoking a conflict!"
Mike snatched up the communicator and roared, his bluster masking his fear.
"Do you know who I am? Attacking us means making an enemy of the entire Eagle Side! You..."
Before he could finish, however, Zhao Mengsheng impatiently cut him off.
"All right, all right. Stop howling."
Zhao Mengsheng picked at his ear, his face full of disdain.
"An attack? Who saw it? Do you have any evidence?"
"We were clearly conducting an antisubmarine exercise. You're the ones who insisted on barging into our exercise zone, and our practice charges happened to 'accidentally' damage your boat."
"If you ask me, your submarine's quality isn't up to scratch. It's far too flimsy. When you get back, you should have your General MacArthur investigate whether there's any corruption involved."
"Pfft-"
This time, Mike truly couldn't hold it in. He spat a mouthful of blood straight onto the console in front of him.
Shameless!
Absolutely shameless!
He had never met anyone so shameless in his life!
You beat someone up, then turn around and blame their poor quality?
Was there no justice left in the world?!
"All right, I'm done wasting words on you."
Zhao Mengsheng seemed to lose interest in toying with them, and his tone suddenly turned cold.