Conflict, Part 1

Wei He's villa.

Among the attackers, two Radiance level fighters, along with a group of Tempest and Shadowbug body frames, stood frozen there.

They held Carus in their grasp as they faced Bilian Saluto, who sat half-upright on the ground.

For a moment, their thoughts collided violently.

What were they supposed to choose?

The choice before them concerned the life and death of their entire group.

As leaders, the two Radiance level fighters were not fools who would launch an attack on a whim.

If the profits had not been so enormous, and if they had not been so desperately short of money, planning to make one score and leave, they would never have come.

If not for that fluke mentality, they would not have acted so rashly.

"What do we do now, Boss?" One Radiance level fighter gripped Carus by the throat and looked toward the other, slightly shorter Radiance level fighter.

"If it really is as she said, then no matter what we do now, as long as we go out, we'll be shot dead!" Cold sweat kept seeping from the boss's body.

"Now, the only way..." He looked at Bilian on the ground nearby.

Should they seize hostages and force their way out, or turn coat and side with Bilian?

It was a difficult choice.

But if they took hostages and fled, there was a high chance of trouble or unforeseen accidents along the way.

And if they submitted to the other side, handing their fates entirely over to the judgment of powerful figures, then their lives and deaths would be completely controlled by others.

That was not what a gang of pirates wanted either.

"We don't have much time!" the Radiance level boss said heavily. "Let's gamble!"

He did not want to place his fate in