Chapter 68 : The Mayor's Quest
'What the fuck…?' Axton thought as his eyes shifted toward the mayor, who looked unusually thrilled at the tension in the room.
Duncan's lips did not fail one bit at expressing his profound excitement, like a spectator who enjoyed the show far too much.
'This guy is sick in the head.'
Nevertheless, Axton still didn't withdraw his weapon.
Its edge remained firmly pressed against Bismarck's neck, the Commander's veins bulging with fury.
"If you draw your weapon," Axton warned coldly, "then be prepared to put your life on the line."
The insult cut deeper than the blade in his neck.
Bismarck ground his teeth bitterly.
His pride as a long-time officer of Atlas burned.
To be threatened by a so-called newcomer, and in front of the mayor, was an indignity he could scarcely endure.
Rage simmered in his chest, a boiling storm begging to be unleashed.
Axton's steady, fearless eyes made his fists tremble.
