"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Roosevelt spoke while sweating buckets.
Kael's dreadful gaze was fixed on him, sharp and cold, as if Roosevelt had killed his entire family.
"It's not my fault that I suddenly got stronger. I am still not used to it."
"I see…" Kael nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Roosevelt. Then he spoke again.
"In that case, why don't you let me crack your head?"
"What the hell? Have some decency! I am the Emperor now!" Roosevelt freaked out and instinctively took half a step back.
Knowing this psycho, he might really do it. After living with this guy for months in the virtual world, Roosevelt knew very well that there was no guarantee Kael was joking.
Hearing this, Kael raised his hand and pointed straight at Roosevelt's face.
"Does it look like I am joking? I am hell serious, you bastard!"
"Also, I don't give a shit if you are the Empire or not. Don't expect any respect from me," Kael cursed openly.
