Ugh!
As soon as Carl Palmer finished speaking, Balash Lorin spit a big wad of phlegm right onto Carl Palmer's face.
Before Carl Palmer could react, Balash Lorin had grabbed him by the collar and snarled fiercely.
"I risked my life on the battlefield, braving bullets to uphold the pride of the Federation, and when we returned, the government abandoned us.
Now this job is everything to me, and if you dare make me lose it, I'll make sure you lose everything!"
Ugh...
Carl Palmer couldn't even respond to Balash Lorin's words; he retched uncontrollably, completely disgusted by the phlegm.
Carl Palmer swore he had never been so viciously humiliated, and he was determined to teach this rude man a harsh lesson!
Balash Lorin disdainfully released Carl Palmer's collar: "Get lost!"
Carl Palmer staggered back to his car, constantly wiping the phlegm off his face with a handkerchief, occasionally making gagging motions.
He drove away from the scene.
