So their compromise was for survival.
To survive in this unknown environment.
They had arrived aggressively, but once they learned that their base had been attacked and R9's whereabouts were unknown, they understood that this world was not as simple as they had imagined, nor was it something their mere twenty thousand people could control.
So, in order to survive, they could only seek protection and cooperate with us.
Perhaps we were not their best choice, but under these circumstances, they had no choice.
I said calmly, "Laohei, you've taken the Jiang surname now. By rights, we're family."
When he heard that, his face lit up, and the flattery on it was impossible to miss. "That's right, Mr. Jiang—oh, no, I might be a little older than you, and we share the same surname. You're Xiaobai, I'm Laohei. We're practically blood brothers from the same family. I'll presume upon my age and call you brother. If you don't mind, you can call me Big Brother. As you people say, one brush can't write two Jiangs, right?"
This old bastard really knew how to take an inch when given one. Give him a little color and he'd open a dye shop; give him a little sunlight and he'd shine brilliantly.
"Big Brother, have you considered this? Something has gone wrong within your organization. You can't contact headquarters now, which means you've become an isolated force. The other side dared to strike at your headquarters and infiltrate it, while also destroying your entire base here. Do you think you can still accomplish anything after coming here? I'd bet that your final fate will be the same as R9's. Even if I let you build a liaison station and rebuild your base, what then?"
Jiang Laohei grew anxious. "That's exactly why we proposed