Take a look—let's see if those Heavenly Palace folks can handle Horses' Fortune's "Intercontinental Missile."
Honestly, since 1945—hell, since the League of Nations in 1920—I've never seen someone this brazen.
Even Little Mustache had to kiss ass back in the League of Nations.
But… hey, what can you do?
The SS-25 intercontinental missiles, with a range of 13,000 kilometers, don't even need nuclear warheads. Just the high-explosive warheads are enough to make you choke on it.
People with money…
Wouldn't dare go all out to fight to the death.
They call this noble "gentlemanly style," but really, it's just being scared shitless!
Huang Chao would walk in and take one out with every cut.
"Madman!"
"Mexicans are madmen!" muttered an African delegate sitting at the back, his eyes lighting up.
Africa has always been on the losing end of the road to independence—France, those damn bastards, suffocating all of Africa.
