Chapter 1075: Miniature Light Cannon

Yahola was over forty years old, in the prime of his life, and his temperament as brutal as his robust physique. His gray hair, combined with a beard as stiff as steel nails, was his signature mark. When he walked, he liked to deliberately make his steps very heavy to heighten his intimidating presence. However, to his subordinates, he already seemed very intimidating.

For instance, right now, Jessica's legs had gone weak from fear.

"Speak, Jessica, you lost my ship, and you almost got my men killed too. If you cannot give me a proper reason, I will beat you half to death in front of everyone right here and now,"

Yahola said, his voice booming and rough, resonating loudly throughout the entire cargo hold.

"It was the same person as last time," Jessica said, her voice trembling nervously.

"The same person as last time? Which person?" Yahola clenched his fists, ready to strike.