Yin Tong and Hei Zhan were no fools. The moment Adams said this, they understood what he meant. The two exchanged a glance and, following the principle of letting a fellow Daoist die rather than oneself, instantly reached an unspoken agreement.
However, the exact details still needed to be discussed, especially since they had to negotiate with Yunxi, the person directly involved. If she was unwilling to accept payment in this manner, they would have to think of another way, and the price they paid then would likely be even greater.
An hour later, the three had worked out the details of how to fleece Commander Musent of the Ninth Army Group. All that remained was to contact Saint Yun herself.
While the three were agonizing over how to contact her, Yunxi took the initiative to appear in the small conference room once more. This time, the smile on her face was obvious. Before they knew how to begin, she asked first, "Have the three commanders reached an agreement?"
After clearing his throat lightly, Yin Tong said, "Yes. Based on the information we currently have, the Insectoid Race, with its formidable reproductive capabilities, will most likely be used by the Interstellar Federation for scientific research, giving them a chance to survive in this star system. That is something we absolutely cannot allow. However, we cannot openly interfere with the Federation's scientific development, and the military is a beneficiary of such development, so we cannot reject this order too forcefully. But as frontline combat forces, the three of us commanders understand the danger posed by the Insectoid Race all too well."
After listening to Yin Tong lay so much groundwork, Yunxi waved a hand and cut him off. "No need to explain so much. Just tell me your decision."
Hei Zhan