Dyon ignored him, walking to the Phantus troops. "You called them idiots, right? You could have changed the course of the battle with a single message, right?"
The young man raised his eyebrow. "What makes you think you have the right to ask me questions?"
Dyon chuckled. "I'm quite tired right now."
The campaign heads scrunched their brows listening to Dyon's words, what was he talking about? Even if he was tired, that shouldn't be something he told his enemy.
"However, insulting my woman is already enough to co-sign you to death."
The young woman's eyes widened in surprise before she suddenly started laughing as though she had just heard a funny joke.
"You're not even bigger than me." Her pinky lifted into the air with disdain. "How could you possibly match up to my husband."
Dyon didn't look up, instead crouching down to one of the tied-up Vice Commanders and lifting his head up by his hair.
Looking into the reddened eyes filled with hatred, Dyon chuckled.
