At that thought, the king forced a smile onto his stiff face.
"Ahahaha, this is all a misunderstanding!
This young Marine here..."
"Our commanding officer is a Vice Admiral!"
Brick shouted before the king could finish.
But he only stated Randall's rank, not his name.
The king froze at that, too stunned even to blame Brick for his rudeness.
This man was so young, yet he was already a Marine Vice Admiral?
Did he have connections backing him?
Hah, even if he does, that hardly compares to my status as the king of an affiliated nation!
"Yes, this Marine Vice Admiral here—it was all a misunderstanding!
That was simply a father's anger after his son was beaten.
I lost my head in a fit of rage and didn't realize you were Marines.
Since you're Marines, we're practically family!"
The fake smile on his face all but made Randall sick.
With a look of disgust, Randall said:
"I don't want to hear about your misunderstandings. I just want to know exactly what you were planning to do to me."
The king thought to himself that he hardly dared answer.
His son had barely finished saying he would gouge out Randall's eyes before Randall gouged out his instead.
He was no fool.
Still, Randall's utter refusal to show him any respect left him seething.
"Vice Admiral, sir..."
"Weren't you calling me a lowborn wretch every other breath just now? Why the sudden change?
Cut the damn crap!"
Faced with such defiance, the king could no longer hold back his anger.
"Don't push your luck!
I'm telling you, I'm the king of an affiliated nation! Just try laying a finger on me!"
After saying that, the king frowned.
Why did he feel as though he had heard those words somewhere before?
Was he