Fatty logged off. In the simulation cabin, the thunderous cheers abruptly ceased. Colonel Margaret stared blankly at Fatty emerging from the simulation cabin, her mind momentarily blank.
"What you asked me to do, I've already done." Fatty put on the act of a master, so into character that he couldn't pull himself out, with an air of a worldly expert, he said calmly, "Whether Klaus can get out safely is up to you now."
Margaret instinctively nodded, her mind still somewhat muddled.
She couldn't quite connect the person who spat a face full of saliva at Sammon, shamelessly followed Feiyang officers back to the base, and childishly competed and sulked with soldiers, who thrashed thirteen Special Soldiers at the training ground, and peeped down her neckline from the balcony with this master before her.
However, no matter how she felt about Fatty, Margaret, who was obsessed with Mecha to her core, was somewhat conquered.
