"Let me go! Let me go!!"
Shayol abruptly flew into a rage, like a mad lion, a fierce and violent bandit.
After breaking free from the battle staff, he lunged towards the command platform with the swiftness of an arrow, then with a sweep, he slammed a thick stack of various documents and reports onto the ground, picked up a cup from the desk, and furiously smashed it to the floor.
His eyes burned crimson, his expression filled with explosive fury.
Among the reports on the ground, he spotted a profile photo of Wu Jie.
Immediately, he got so enraged that he pulled out his service pistol and began to shoot bang bang bang, ceaselessly, until the magazine was empty.
"Wu Jie, you massive screw-up, super screw-up! Bastard! Big jackass!"
"You damned fool, you actually dare to screw over the Star Federation! You are courting death! Courting death!!"
Shayol was uncontrollably furious.
