Although he wanted to punch Romier too, and although they did not get along, Vidal had to stand with his own side in a situation like this. He walked over and asked, "What happened?"
"This bastard actually dared to call our captain a turtle." The tall, lean man in a white uniform patterned with black lines was furious.
"But Hai Shan's Martial Soul really is a turtle... Their family emblem is a turtle shell." Romier spread his hands with an innocent expression.
As soon as Vidal heard that, he more or less guessed how things had unfolded. Even if it was true, Hai Shan would not have minded someone mentioning her turtle Martial Soul—it was her family's emblem. But Romier had definitely used a mocking tone and expression, sparking the conflict.
"You heard him. Aren't you going to discipline your teammate?"
"Heh... Who the hell does he think he is? He thinks he can discipline me?" Romier picked his nose and flicked something at the tall, lean man blocking his path.
Vidal had originally intended to calm things down. If that failed, he would stand with Romier and face it together. But upon hearing those words, he instantly lost all desire to interfere. Let him fend for himself.
Hai Shan, dressed in a blue wool coat, had remained silent and watched the situation unfold. She finally said, "Harold, there's no need to waste words on him. We'll settle this in the arena."
"Stupid monkey, learn from your captain... Oh, monkeys are impatient while turtles are calm. That does fit your natures."
Crash...
The sound of shattering glass rang out. Cracks spread across the barrier in front of Romier, with a dagger embedded in it.
"Hm?" Romier raised an eyebrow. Unhurriedly, he repaired the barrier and sent the dagger flying away.