Before he could finish his sentence, a deep but loud voice suddenly rang out.
"Not everyone here is trash!"
As if to prove the authenticity of this sentence, a gust of wind from a fist suddenly passed over the heads of the soldiers and hit the laughing Lieutenant Tatton.
When the wind from the fist came charging over, Katton's laughter came to an abrupt end. His expression instantly became solemn once again. This was because before the wind from the fist had even truly arrived, the air that was being suppressed by it had already caused Katton's face to ache.
Caton didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. If he was caught completely off guard by this punch, he wouldn't have the slightest doubt that he would be seriously injured.
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