The man before her, in his early thirties with a stern square face and an imposing presence, now had his thick eyebrows raised, speaking with an inherent authority.
She glanced at his shoulder.
Two bars and one star.
Not a low rank.
Taking a breath, Flossie Wright looked up, meeting his heavy gaze with an even tone, "I've already given my reasons, Captain Chen, if you can't do it, it just means there's a problem with your abilities, and it doesn't prove that I absolutely can't."
There was a slight pause in her speech as she looked at Captain Chen's sinking square face and added, "I think, instead of fixating on my issues, you might spend that time better training your soldiers. I don't think I'm that incredible; I'm at best above average here, and if you can't handle one person like me with your dozens of soldiers, then you really need to reflect on that."
"..."
In an instant, Captain Chen's tightly pressed lips drooped.
His hands clenched.
Rage surged uncontrollably.
