Finally, the door was pushed open, and Casare walked back in.
He walked straight to Victor's side, leaned over and whispered a few words, then nodded solemnly. His voice was not loud but clear enough for those squatting to hear: "Leader, I've verified it. It's true, and it happened more than once. That company commander and his confidant sergeant have repeatedly mocked Juan's accent in public settings, in front of many soldiers, and subjected him to corporal punishment and personal humiliation."
"Bang!"
Victor suddenly slapped the table and stood up abruptly.
The calmness on his face was completely replaced by a violent rage. He tore off his belt from his waist, holding it in his hand, and walked step by step toward Admiral Skorzenny, who was squatting at the front.
Without any warning, Victor raised the belt, with the sound of wind, and lashed it heavily across Skorzenny's back!
"Smack!" A crisp sound echoed particularly sharply in the silent conference room.
