Xyrin Empire

Chapter 378 - 378 378 Roman Orthodox Actions

?Chapter 378: Chapter 378 Roman Orthodox Actions Chapter 378: Chapter 378 Roman Orthodox Actions As I approached the conference room door, I saw a man in a black suit suddenly burst through the door and embed himself deeply into the wall in a horrifying scene.

However, as my footsteps drew near, Sicaro, who a second ago had everyone worried he might be dead, contributing to society in the most final way, popped back to life. He “pfft” pulled his head out of the wall, took two seconds to straighten up his forever-unchanging Northface outfit, swapped his now skeletal sunglasses, and saluted sharply towards me.

“Boss! Commander Sicaro, mission accomplished! Reporting in!”

Mission accomplished my foot! Fiddling with watches by the Vatican and getting deported, what kind of mission accomplishment is that!? Did you really have to save on a plane ticket and dump everyone off at the Vatican, you jerk!

I immediately rushed forward with a sweeping leg—didn’t sweep him off his feet, then a left hook—didn’t send him flying, this darn guy is too tough, real skills were required. Thereupon, I stepped forward, twisted my waist, energy sinking to my lower abdomen, an inch fist—didn’t make it, Sicaro quickly bowed in apology.

“Boss, I admit my mistake and accept the punishment!”

The inch fist not going through almost made me gasp for air, but what really took my breath away was—this guy finally admitting his mistake?

“Boss, I shouldn’t have tinkered with watches in front of the Vatican—but that damned place is swarming with Roman Catholics, couldn’t sell anything! I’d feel too ashamed to come back saying I’d dealt with foreign city management… Eh, Boss! No ship weaponry indoors, Boss!”

I couldn’t take it anymore! You see what kind of people I deal with every day?! Commanders are either messing with bootleg disks or selling kebabs, or running their own shop and so broke they mooch off my meals till they’re tearfully grateful. Newly trained Scorpion Soldiers can’t tell the difference between a vending machine and a Ghost Energy replenishment stand. Even keeping an Angel who can’t measure up to average intelligence; there’s a child up to my waist at home for god’s sake!

There’s also someone in this room planning to conquer the world! Pandora, stop hiding! You were just studying the world map, weren’t you?

“Just verifying the geographical targets of the operation,” the small general, only about four feet tall, looked up at me rigidly, “The situation around Italy and its surrounding islands and human nations is very complex…”

Complex? Why are you drawing blockade lines over Antarctica for Italy!

Uh, Italy?

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