After being questioned by Francis, Jeffrey pondered for a moment before he said, "Boss's strength is far superior to the four emperors. It's the first time I've seen such powerful wind pressure generated from mere punches!"
"How much punching strength is needed to create such force? 10-million kilograms? 100-million kilogram? Or higher?" He wondered.
The realm was simply unreal to him.
Shortly after, Jeffrey hammered his palm with a fist in enlightenment and exclaimed, "Emperor Polemos must be the boss's grandson instead!"
'Holy sh*t!'
Francis keeled over and waved his white flag of surrender to Jeffrey in his heart. He was defeated by the person's level of stupidity.
"Bloody hell, mate. How can you not get it?" Francis asked.
Jeffrey was stunned before he uttered dumbly, "Emperor Polemos isn't the boss's grandson?"
"No! If Emperor Polemos heard you, you would probably get beheaded!" Francis stated.
