Face

"Slow down boss, why are you in such a hurry?"

Jean hurriedly followed Jacob's long, quick strides. He didn't understand why his friend was like that. Others also shared the same feeling through the face with round eyes and gnashing teeth with each step. But without them speaking, Jean spoke instead.

"Any! What's wrong with that?"

Mair grumpily leaned over and slapped Jacob on the shoulder, making Jacob jump. Only then did the new commander's footsteps slow down.

“Well… we go to General Ivan…”

The young man stammered in response, clutching the leather bag containing the piles of papers Levis had left behind.

“Oh, we know that. But it's still early, what's the hurry like being chased by someone with a knife?"

Max tugged on Jacob's shirt shoulder, trying to calm his friend. It took a few seconds for the tension on the new commander's face to ease.

"If you haven't met General Ivan yet, you've already pooped your pants."

Jean is now taking care of you. He frowned, bringing his fist to his
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