Fang Zhen's words plunged everyone present into silence.
After a moment, Karen scoffed.
"Do you have any idea what you're saying? Or do you just blurt things out without thinking, like Pat?"
"Thirty Heavy Armor Soldiers? Even a third-rank Curse Sealer wouldn't dare claim they could handle that alone. But you can? Are you more capable than the Vice President of the Whig Society?"
"In fifteen breaths, no less? With a time limit like that, not even our President would guarantee success. But you can?"
Fang Zhen raised an eyebrow at Karen's sharp, provocative words.
'Whether he's a traitor or not, one thing's for sure: Karen is incredibly annoying.'
'With a mouth like that, it's a real miracle he's lived this long without getting beaten to death.'
"Karen, at least let Fang Zhen finish," Tos, the Night Diver, interjected, unable to listen any longer.
