General Tristan was short of weapons. When he heard that Watson was going to lend him the weapon, he looked as if he had met his father.
"Watson, are you serious? That's great! Can I see those weapons?"
Tristan was so happy that he clapped his hands.
Watson stood up with a smile, his eyes full of cunning as a businessman,
"General Tristan, I can lend you my weapons, but I have a condition."
"It's a business talk. I don't need to explain it, do I?"
Tristan burst into laughter,
"It's just money. It's not a problem at all. I have a lot of money here. Make an offer."
Tristan didn't expect that Watson wasn't interested in the money at all, which confused him.
"I'm curious about what the general will do after you get these weapons."
Watson threw a question at him to see if he had any intention of attacking Andrew.
Tristan replied frankly,
"Of course I will occupy more space. I don't like that bossy Andrew."