Chapter 122: Command Authority

The man who spoke had a face covered in meaty flesh, with a golden hook hanging from his left hand; he rose from his seat with a sullen face.

"Bang!" Charles slammed his prosthetic down onto the table heavily, not hiding the provocation in his eyes as he stared at him. "I don't like it when people stand to talk to me, please sit back down."

The man with the hook's eyes bulged, and his mustache quivered, creating a tense atmosphere throughout the cabin.

However, Charles showed no signs of backing down, still looking at him provocatively; it was intentional, he had to use this opportunity to assert his control over the fleet.

Officially, Charles was now the commander of the fleet, but the other captains only saw him as nothing more than an employer.

Charles didn't want to be their employer, he wanted to lead the entire fleet fully. In a life-or-death crisis, an employer would only be ruthlessly abandoned by these men,