"Are people from the Cathay Republic always this hotheaded?" Miles asked, glancing calmly at the furious Briggs.
Briggs forced down his anger. "Are you the Atlas Federation's current leader?"
"More or less. For now, I have a say in what happens in New Atlas."
"Hahaha! Is the Atlas Federation so desperate that you had to put some wet-behind-the-ears kid in charge?" A tall, slender white man beside Briggs burst out laughing.
The instant he finished speaking, all twenty thousand Fallen Star Guards drew their weapons. Their killing intent crashed over him, cutting off his laughter.
"No one insults him and lives!"
The deafening roar and crushing pressure made the man take an involuntary step back. He immediately wanted to recover his nerve, but one look at those bloodthirsty eyes changed his mind.
In the Fallen Star Guard, Miles stood second only to Ethan.
