"Bastard! Bastard—!" The middle-aged man's eyes rolled back, nearly fainting from anger. He had been in the military for half a lifetime, never been framed with such a dirty load!
It was utterly disgraceful!
Disgraceful...
"Uncle Morton, have you considered it?" Ronald Loman gave him a insincere smile and spoke softly again.
"Alright, alright... just you wait... plane ticket... it's just a plane ticket!" After a long while, the man nodded viciously.
Hearing this, Ronald Loman finally got off him, a hint of urgency and worry flickering in his gaze.
The man had barely turned around when a military squad suddenly rushed in from outside, surrounding Ronald Loman entirely. Each soldier stood straight, expressionless, fully armed, clearly treating Ronald Loman as a challenging enemy.
"Comrade Ronald Loman, the Commander sent me to retrieve you." The leading officer walked up to Ronald Loman, saluted formally.
