All the soldiers looked at each other in dismay. Ajac felt his hair stand on end as he recalled his behavior toward Varian. 'I'm fucked!'
He glared at Captain Andrew with resentment. 'Why are you so weak, you bastard?'
"Y-You will not get away." Captain Andrew looked up into Varian's eyes and spat with non-existent conviction.
If Varian was a rank 1, then Havoc pirates could crush him easily. But rank 2 wasn't so easy anymore. Worse, if he actually happened to rank 3, then even the Havoc tribe might be in danger.
But Andrew didn't think so much. Since there's no way this guy could be rank 1, he's rank 2.
'That means…'
Andrew pressed a button on his shirt inside his white armor.
"Are you treating me as blind or what?" Varian bent down and grabbed him by his horn.
"Y-You bastard! You dare to touch the horn of a Centa—" Andrew's eyes blazed with anger and his horn shone with a brilliant light.
