Half-Face Mask had wanted to lash out, but after considering his condition, he forced himself to hold back.
He was isolated and without support here, and could only rely on these Marines. Otherwise, he really might not leave this place alive. After all, there were people who knew about CP0, and those who knew they existed generally disliked them. More precisely, even their masters, the Celestial Dragons, merely did not dislike them. Anyone who had a favorable impression of CP0 had to have something seriously wrong with their head.
Half-Face Mask then struggled to his feet, swaying slightly before he steadied himself.
Seeing this, Momousagi hurriedly asked with apparent concern, "How are you? Do you need me to help you walk?"
Heh, if you really wanted to help, you wouldn't be asking! Half-Face Mask watched Momousagi stand leisurely in place, showing no intention of supporting him, and grumbled inwardly. These Marines are all rotten to the core!
"Heh, thank you for your kindness, Vice Admiral Momousagi, but I can still walk on my own!"
Half-Face Mask seemed to squeeze those words through the gaps between his teeth. Anyone could hear how he was gritting them.
"That's good!" Momousagi wore a brilliant smile, seemingly not minding his tone at all, yet she nearly infuriated him to death without showing the slightest sign of effort.
Still, he had undergone specialized training, and he soon brought his emotions under control. Half-Face Mask turned to look at the dead companions beside him, his gaze indifferent, as though he were looking at a few stray dogs that had died by the roadside. This was actually quite normal. Their twisted training methods did not permit them to develop feelings for one another, and after surviving those inhuman trials, they naturally became inhuman themselves.
That glance was