The two men stared at each other for a long time before the rigid smile on Fatty's face suddenly came to life. He scratched the back of his head honestly and laughed, "I was just casually asking."
Bernadotte shifted his gaze with a peculiar expression. He knew very well what kind of person this seemingly honest and easily bullied Fatty truly was.
For example, if Fatty had a gun to his head, he would definitely beg for mercy, crying and looking as despicable as possible. But if he knew the gun wouldn't fire or was confident he could disarm you before you shot, he would proudly beat you to a pulp.
As long as he didn't feel threatened, this guy was an unreasonable rogue in the worst way, never letting anyone off. He wouldn't give anyone face or follow any rules, and there was nothing he wouldn't dare do!
And this was precisely what troubled the Supreme Command Department the most.
