Jameson's chest was puffed out as he held his head high calmly.
He was only a major of the Unrivalled Fleet, and not a very favored one at that, otherwise he wouldn't have been dispatched to the 13 Eastern Cities to negotiate.
At first, he had been furious. Everyone would volunteer when there were benefits at stake and shirk when there weren't. Everyone knew that this was a tough task that included the possibility of getting killed. All the fellas who didn't really like him were gloating over his misfortune behind his back.
Although Jameson had felt depressed at the beginning, he no longer felt that way.
The suppressive military might of the Unrivalled Fleet and the posts inciting havoc on the Sky Vision had made him realize something.
He had the power to rage war or maintain peace. He was so high up that even Jin Zaitian, let alone the generals of the 13 Eastern Cities, would have to beg him.
