The dark displeasure on Andel's face became even more apparent. He didn't think this was a joke at all. The huge vessel before him was naturally something he recognized. The Model 017 of the Warship, Generation II, held immense power. If they truly fired a shell, it could blow up half of the small island.
Warships were not for fun, especially those of such a high caliber. If the facilities onboard were destroyed, the losses would be tremendous. He couldn't afford to gamble on this matter.
What's worse.
The two people in front of him were clearly nutcases.
They were pushing him into a corner, especially the fair-skinned man who had shown up later. He was even more calculating and detestable!
Andel took in a deep breath.
He lifted his head, looking in their direction.
"You have to tell me who it is, right? So many people come and go here every day. How am I supposed to know who you're looking for?"
Although these were his words.
