Arrangement

Three days passed quickly.

Zhou Ming returned to the residence.

After a brief silence, Zhou Ming looked at Shut and the others before him and asked, "Well? Have you made your decision?"

"Honorable Your Majesty, we choose to submit to you."

Shut stepped forward, dropped to one knee, placed a hand over his chest, and spoke.

"Oh, a wise choice. And what about you?" Zhou Ming looked at Atlanm and the others beside Shut.

"Honorable Your Majesty, we too submit to you."

Atlanm, Pickel, and Iliyas all stepped forward together, dropped to one knee, and declared their submission to Zhou Ming.

"Ha ha ha! Good, good! Your choices are all very wise, hahahaha!"

Zhou Ming laughed heartily, in an excellent mood and somewhat surprised as well.

He had thought the odds of subduing these people were only fifty percent, while the odds of blood being spilled were at least sixty percent. Yet all four of them had yielded and submitted.

The outcome pleasantly surprised him, and he relaxed slightly.

Having chosen the option of "submission," what had Shut and the others been thinking over these three days?

What sort of process and struggle had they gone through inside?

At first, none of them wanted to submit. The consequences of betraying the guild were extremely miserable. There was over a ninety-nine percent chance of death.

But if they did not submit to Noctis, they would die in three days.

What about running away?

Could they find a way to escape the Imperial Palace?

Of course, they had considered escape over those three days.

They had even put those thoughts into action, making at least five escape attempts over the three days.

Yet every attempt ended in failure. The twenty Mana Web Walkers monitoring them seemed almost omniscient, always foreseeing their escape