Fatty stood honestly in front of Hastings, his eyes sweeping back and forth between Hastings' darkened face and the few officers standing behind him.
The ones who arrived at Hanjing Second Airport today were not just the Gazalin troops. Hidden on the A2 runway behind the A1 runway, silently leaving the airport and boarding the Transport Mecha, was precisely the Hastings family's military force that so many people dreamed of understanding. And now, Hastings was handing this force over to him.
The officers behind Hastings were three men and one woman.
The Tony who had just been introduced was clearly the one with the highest status in this little group. Although he had a baby face, Fatty could feel the calm that seeped from his very bones. This was the bearing that could only be cultivated after countless battles, enough failures, and enough victories.
Steady as stone.
