Kapitel 660: The Strategist Ruthlessness

"You could just ask your Ancestor to go into space and smash those cannons… easy. Or do you think your Ancestor can't do it, and you rather have him protecting you… or…" 

"Foreigner!" The Ancestor's voice halts whatever Golden Scale is trying to say. 

"Don't try my patience! I'm here to protect the descendants of my family, and I'm not his servant! This is his war; he needs to overcome it himself!" The Ancestor said in a threatening tone. His white beard trembles as his anger flares, sending pressure toward Golden Scale.

"I'll tell you something, Mr. Ancestor. It's his war that he needs to fight for him to gain recognition from his father's subordinate, and that is true. But He's fighting in the war that he's going to lose if we don't do something with New Atlantis orbital cannon above our head." Said Golden Scale.