And now, the reason these short-tempered dwarfs were so amenable was simply because the other side had the bigger fist.
With a few punches, their gaze immediately became clear, their fiery temper was immediately reined in, they no longer spoke loudly, and even showed eagerness to reason with you.
This is the charm of classical mechanics.
Luo En understood this, which is why he wanted to seize the opportunity to give these hot-headed dwarfs a good thrashing:
"Offending me is no big deal, we can resolve it privately. But you just attacked Midgard's military fortress in public, and as the Commander, I can't let this slide without giving an account to my subordinates."
Midgard Commander?
Upon hearing this, Ivald's heart skipped a beat, and he cautiously asked with his swollen old face raised:
"May I ask who you are?"
"Loki."
Hearing the handsome young man smiling and introducing himself, Ivald was instantly grief-stricken.
