The woman, who had been muttering some words under her breath previously, staggered backward a little.
Did Max just call the man who hadn’t lifted his hand to solve the problem, the Supreme General?
Her lips parted slightly, disbelief etched across her face as her knees wobbled.
She bit her lip hard in regret, trying to form words, but the man standing beside her beat her to it.
He immediately snapped into action.
His boots stomped on the ground with precision, the sharp c***k echoing in the air.
He saluted with his hand pressed sharply to his forehead in the most respectful manner possible.
The woman was jolted out of her stupor by the sound of the salute.
She straightened her back as she quickly mimicked the motion. Her hand trembled slightly as she raised it to her forehead.
