Taking action

"You crazy woman! You dare hit me? You don't want to live anymore!" The Marley quartermaster screamed angrily, clutching the bright red handprint on his face.

On the other hand, Selina was also extremely angry. If her subordinates hadn't stopped her, Selina would have definitely rushed up and torn this greedy fat man to pieces.

"Damn it! It's all because of you! You bastard! How much supplies have you embezzled from our Third Regiment? The supplies keep decreasing, how are we supposed to fight the Middle Easterners? This amount of bullets can't even fill a gun barrel, and what about medicine? I just want to know where all the medicine our Third Regiment is supposed to receive has gone? Damn it, do you even know who we're fighting for?!" Selina roared at the Marley quartermaster.

The Marley quartermaster's expression was somewhat unnatural, but it was quickly replaced by a ruthless glint. How dare these mere Eldians, descendants of demons, be so arrogant in front of him?

The quartermaster position is a lucrative post, and you really can't get it without some connections. Fat Bagg only got this job because of the power of his family. Faced with the temptation of money, Bagg fell into depravity without any moral bottom line. Moreover, because he was in charge of the logistics of the Eldia Forces, he had even more reason to fall into depravity.

They're just descendants of demons, what right do they have to make demands? They fight for Marley to atone for the sins of their ancestors, and they should be grateful to Marley for giving them this opportunity to redeem themselves.

As for supplies? What are the lives of the Eldians worth? Even the Middle Easterners on the other side despise the Eldians, and some radical Middle East forces even kill all Eldia prisoners.

Moreover, the Eldia Forces under Bagg's command were notorious cannon fodder units. In the eyes of the higher-ups, the lives of these Soldiers were just numbers. What profit could a bunch of cannon fodder possibly make? Bagg envied his other colleagues, who could not only resell supplies, but the Eldia Forces would also indirectly "pay tribute" to his colleagues.

In contrast, the cannon fodder units under Bagg's command were dirt poor and incredibly stubborn. He had hinted at their intentions many times, but to no avail. Especially the Third Regiment in front of him, and that crazy Eldia woman, who was as stubborn as a mule. Every time, she would curse him, and this time she even resorted to violence. She was simply lawless!

So Bagg was also planning to give the Third Regiment a hard time. This time, the supplies they brought were even less than before, which is why Selina flew into a rage when she saw that the supplies wouldn't even last the Third Regiment a week.

"This is outrageous! You, go and slap this crazy woman twice, so she'll remember this lesson!" Bagg jumped up and down, pointing at Selina's feet and shouting at one of his men.

Upon hearing this, the Eldia Soldiers around her immediately turned hostile. This guy was too arrogant! Selina also clenched her fists, wanting to see who would teach whom a lesson!

But Bagg's next words struck Selina right to the heart.

"You think you're so capable? If you're so good, then conjure up supplies yourself! Here's what we'll do: as long as you don't fight back, I'll take pity on you and give you all the supplies behind me. Otherwise, you Eldians can go to the battlefield on empty stomachs!" Bagg sneered, pointing at the supplies in the dozens of vehicles behind him.

Upon hearing this, Selina loosened her clenched fist, and the expressions of the Eldia Soldiers around her became complicated.

Selina gritted her teeth and stared intently at Bagg. "Are you telling the truth?"

Bagg: "I, Bagg, never say a word!"

Selina took a deep breath. "Okay! You said it! Let's go!"

"Boss, you can't!" "Boss, don't believe him, he's no good!" Selina shook her head at her subordinates' obstruction and then stepped forward.

Bagg grinned maliciously and gestured for one of his strongest Marley Soldiers to step forward. "Crazy woman, you actually believe that? I'd even sell supplies, and you expect me to keep my word?"

Selina knew that Bagg was untrustworthy, but their Third Regiment was desperately short of supplies. In every battle, she could only watch as her men, the core members of the Restorationists she had painstakingly developed, died because of lack of medicine, stared blankly at the fortress in despair because of lack of ammunition, and charged into battle hungry because of insufficient food... She could only gamble on this slim chance.

Marley Soldiers, two heads taller than Selina, stood before her. His arms were as thick as Selina's thighs. Without hesitation, the Marley Soldiers slapped her across the face, despite the pity of the surrounding Eldia Soldiers.

Selina instinctively closed her eyes, but the burning pain she expected didn't occur. Instead, Selina felt a gentle breeze brush against her face.

Opening her amber eyes, Selina saw a palm, almost half the size of her face, resting in front of her, with a slender hand pressing against its wrist.

The tall Marley Soldiers struggled, the seemingly slender hand at his wrist possessing immense strength; the excruciating pain contorted his face, and he finally let out a scream.

Everyone present was stunned by the scene before them. Selina also looked at the tall figure blocking her way. Sunlight gently fell on his face, his deep Black Eyes were calm as water, and the scar on his face did not seem out of place; in fact, it made him look even more charming. Selina was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered, "Loa?"

That's right, it was Yago who made the move. That Marley quartermaster Bagg, really disgusted Yago, so Yago couldn't help but take action.

With a twist of his wrist, the Marley Soldiers, who was a head taller than Yago, fell to the ground screaming in pain, clutching his wrist.

Yago then walked straight toward Bagg. Although he was expressionless, the oppressive aura emanating from him made Bagg tense instantly. Bagg noticed Yago's Marley uniform and immediately understood Yago's identity; he was probably the Marley Officer in charge of the Third Regiment.

But what are the Marley Officer assigned to this cannon fodder unit? They're not even worthy of saying anything to Bagg; the previous commander fawned over him like a lapdog.

But Yago, standing before Bagg, didn't seem inclined to appease him. Looking at the groaning Marley Soldiers lying on the ground, Bagg trembled and cried out, "You, you, who are you! Don't come any closer! Stop him! Everyone, stop him!"

Bagg's men immediately swarmed forward.

But Yago remained calm as he walked on, and when the Marley Soldiers rushed in front of him, Yago extended his hand.

Before anyone could react, more than a dozen groaning Marley Soldiers lay on the ground amidst the flurry of punches and kicks. The remaining Marley Soldiers were terrified and immediately distanced themselves from Yago by more than ten meters.

And so, Yago walked unimpeded before Bagg, looking down at Bagg.

A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. The oppressive feeling made Bagg too afraid to move. Bagg swallowed hard and opened his mouth, "I..."

Slap! What did I say?!

Bagg staggered back from the slap, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You dare hit me!"

His response was another loud "smack!" "That's right, I'm hitting you!"

"I'm the quartermaster!"

"Snap!" Oh, it's the quartermaster!

I'm going to cut off your food supply!

Snap! We've run out of food!

Stop! Halt!

Snap! Snap! Snap! Stop?!

Bagg, his face covered in countless slap marks, suddenly knelt down, grabbing Yago's leg and crying, "I was wrong! Big brother, please stop hitting me! I was wrong!"

(Eren: Why does my face suddenly hurt so much?)