Fatty's show-off performance was interrupted by Markovich.
Seeing the encrypted message sent by Chekov, Fatty, ignoring Sade and the others who were left gaping, hurriedly left the training ground.
Forgetting old friends once new ones come. This had always been Fatty's style. This scoundrel, who already had the Four Great Schools in his pocket, was not paying them much attention. Along the way, he kept calculating in his mind, "My goodness! A carrier, two battleships, five cruisers! Isn't this Saleria Fleet determined to haunt me? If I could capture this fleet, wouldn't the entire Mars Free Channel be under my command?!"
Imagining himself commanding the fleet rampaging through Mars, invincible, Fatty felt a sudden urge to pee. His mind was constantly turning over the contents of Chekov's message, calculating the enemy fleet's ships on his fingers. As he entered the electronic mecha control room, a deduction made him shiver all over.
