"Ignorant fools!"
Bang!
Upon hearing the abrasive noise from the loudspeaker, Valery hammered his fist onto the control panel.
He had been the leader of the Holy Origin Society's Rash Country division for many years and had never been subjected to such an insult.
The operators watched the panel with sweat on their brows, worried he might have smashed an important button.
"Boss, they dare to insult us so brazenly—let's just go to war!"
A stocky, heavy-set man with a face full of horizontal flesh muscled his way through the crowd, beating his chest in rage as he shouted.
With someone taking the lead, emotions within the bridge of the Yermak quickly grew heated.
"Exactly, to hell with that garbage international law—let's kill them!"
"It's so frustrating, I've had enough of this crap!"
The Holy Origin Society's bunch, accustomed to brawling, drinking, and skating, had lost all their patience after a month at sea.
