"First, announce joining the Ren Lian and declare following any military action from Mexico!"
"This..."
"Shut up!" Victor shouted angrily, "If you interrupt me again, I'll have you thrown into the sea."
Orelio Villa immediately shut his mouth, cursing silently in his heart.
What is the essence of a nation and a gang?
Decades later, Tage from Afghanistan will tell you, it's the difference between wearing national clothes and suits.
"Second, Haiti is too large for you to handle alone, we need to dispatch our troops as well."
"Third, you must support Palestine."
Upon hearing this, Orelio Villa knew it was hopeless.
What a joke.
If the French leadership were so confrontational, would they still be French?
Victor was deliberately making things difficult.
"I need to report to Paris."
Victor waved his hand dismissively, like swatting a fly, and Orelio Villa felt drenched in sweat as he left the office.
But more than anything, he felt humiliated.
