He turned to look at the Supreme General, and he scorned as he said, "You, Tyron Harold, the Supreme General of the federal military, an overly glorified and decorated asshole. You better take off that coat and stand here like a cadet. Motherfucker, did you win these medals in an auction or are we distributing them for being a fool with guts?
Loser, each on of you, and stand your ass up when I am talking to you or is your ass stuck to the leather?"
His shouting spread through the building and the entire base. Everyone knew that the General Council was being torn apart for shreds. They knew that life after this was not going to be easy.
Inside the hall, Shi Lang looked at the twenty people who were standing in two rows, facing each other and he saw indignation in their eyes. He said, "You think that you have been busting your aces ever since you have joined the army and here I am, an old fossil disrespecting you. Do you think I am wrong?
