"Hmph, Max, how do you know I need a mount? I think you're quite suitable. How about you become my mount?"
Faced with Max's ridicule, Basil Jaak shot back, making Max's face turn cold and then blush, extremely embarrassed.
"Hmph, you little brat, not even fully grown, dare to compete with me. I won't waste my breath on you."
It seemed like Max sensed Basil Jaak's sharp tongue and changed the topic with a faint smile: "Little kid, retreat your troops. I can let it slide, not kill you."
With an expression of superiority, Max didn't regard Basil Jaak at all: "Do you think having more troops will help? Don't you know that just me being here is equal to one hundred thousand soldiers!"
"Blowhard, keep blowing, cows are flying in the sky."
Basil Jaak chuckled lightly: "Old man, I've seen braggarts, but not one as shameless as you. One hundred thousand soldiers? I think you're just a fool!"
"Hmm?"
