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"You..." Bennett Hoffman's encouragement was stifled in his chest. He couldn't help but get ticked off. He lifted his hand, poised angrily to grab at the other's chest.
Yves King didn't even blink. He just smiled and said, "Is Squadron Hoffman thinking of starting a physical fight?"
In the military, the strong are respected. Those with stronger combat ability are also more respected. But here, this is a company. Even the security guards under his command are just employees drawing their salary from the company. He couldn't just beat up anyone he wanted.
"Hmph. Someone like you, even hitting you would dirty my hands. However, I absolutely will not tolerate someone like you in my security team." Bennett Hoffman forcefully suppressed his anger, drew back his hand, and glared at Yves King: "Are you planning on resigning, or should I fire you?"
