He entered this room.
Belev took the towel handed to him by his subordinate.
He wiped off the rainwater soaking his head.
Then, he took off his vest, revealing his strong muscles. Although Belev was older, he kept himself in shape and had a slight tendency towards aggression. Sadly, no matter how strong, he was still a head shorter than the Fighter.
He stared at the Fighter in the middle of the room.
Belev felt somewhat inferior.
Short.
It really was an inescapable disparity.
He sat down on a chair.
"So, Black Prison is not planning to compensate me for my losses?" Belev brought up compensation again, hoping for a turnaround.
Unfortunately, the Fighter still shook his head, laughed, and said, "Chief Belev, I don't think we've caused you any losses. This might have been done by your Tribe's enemies. It has nothing to do with us, so naturally, there's no talk of compensation."
No evidence.
Try and bite me.
Unmanned Aerial Vehicles (UAVs) in the sky.
