Right In the Face, “From the range of 3 kilometers?!” Part III

“I think I’ve explained the reason why I asked you two to stay in the base already. It's not the time for you to go out and fight.”

Hearing those words, Marcus made a huh in his throat, before slamming his hand on the desk again.

“Who cares about what you asked? What I want the most is to go out and kill that Vincent boy, breaking his corky manner down. Who are you to stop me?”

“Who am I?” Sven repeated in a raised voice. “Are you misunderstanding something, Marcus? This wasn’t a simple favor when I told you to stay back. It was an order.”

After speaking, those red sharp eyes looked up right into the other’s right away, making Marcus stop short, never expecting that the other would hit back burningly like this. After that, he smiled widely, before letting out a throaty laugh.

“An order?” He repeated in an amused voice.