Jschlatt slammed the alcohol bottle down on his desk, seemingly annoyed at something.

“Stupid little kids thinking they could run MY nation?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes and tapping his pen on his desk.

“They thought wrong. Manburg will be ruled by me and me only.”

He laughed maniacally, looking to the doorway where he saw a shadow pass by quickly.

“Who’s there?”

Jschlatt asked sternly, standing up from his desk slowly with a harsh stare.