"White Mitchell, have you lost your mind? Even if you're capable of fighting, can you withstand the twelve flying tigers of the military department!?" Sana Robert angrily rebuked White Mitchell.
She was devoted to helping him solve his problems, but he rudely accepted the challenge without a single word.
What he was doing now was akin to a lone man challenging the most elite force of the Martial Department.
Even the metaphor of a chicken trying to crack a rock couldn't sufficiently describe this situation; it was tantamount to suicide.
The more Sana thought about it, the angrier she became – she was almost ready to turn her back on White Mitchell, this fool.
But at this moment, Jeremiah Weiden, standing opposite White Mitchell, sneered in response upon hearing her words, "Great! Remember, you agreed to this yourself!"