That CP0 agent was already beside himself with rage.
"You fucking..."
Crack—boom—
The CP0 agent had barely gotten those words out before his head was slammed viciously into the floor.
His mask shattered on the spot.
His face was buried deep in fragments of floor tiles and his mask.
His whole body flopped like a fish out of water.
The other CP0 agents stared in shock.
Because the one who had struck him was not a Marine, but their own boss.
"Why?"
One CP0 agent had barely blurted out the question before a look from their boss silenced him.
That look was far too complicated.
There was anger, but far more panic and fright.
Their boss was actually capable of feeling fear?
Their boss was suffering too.
If these arrogant idiots wanted to get themselves killed, they should fucking resign first!
Did they no longer know who was really in charge?
With Randall absent, they could still use the Five Elders to put the Marines under crushing pressure.
But now, fuck...
It seemed that old bastard Sengoku had set them up!
Ha. In a meeting, my ass.
He did not know whether Randall had attended their previous meetings.
But there was clearly something wrong with today's!
"Hello, hello? What is it? Why is everyone so quiet?
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, have they left?"
Randall's rather bored voice came from the other end.
It was completely at odds with the awkward atmosphere on this side.
The two CP0 agents stiffened further.
Meanwhile, the agent stunned by the sudden attack that had buried his head in the floor finally came to his senses.
He got up, revealing his true face.
It was a weathered face, every line etched with the hardships of life.
Although he too possessed Admiral-level strength, he dared not voice