Confrontation

"You're trying to scare me? Playing psychological warfare with me?"

Trujillo had already been somewhat willing to give in, but after hearing Toraevsky's words—

His face darkened on the spot.

"Let me tell you, I was scared tough! And I use this trick on those little brother countries all the time!"

"You want to use this trick on me now? It won't work, Toraevsky!"

"Since you want to lie flat, then we can all lie flat together! You want us to lead the charge? No chance!"

With a sweep of his hand, Trujillo turned and left.

He instantly exited the Spirit Space Chat Room.

Toraevsky was somewhat stunned by his move, but he kept his expression calm and remained utterly resolute.

Everyone was playing psychological warfare. It depended on who cracked and compromised first.

Those two big shots could be as willful as they pleased, but the relatively weaker John Empire Shelter—

And the two Decision Makers of the Gaul Empire Shelter—

Could only smile bitterly at this moment.

Because they did not have the confidence to act shamelessly like that.

If that Alien Woman Mo Yue truly wanted to deal with them, they certainly could not resist her on their own.

So they had to cling to a powerful backer.

Whether it was Toraevsky's thigh or Trujillo's thigh did not matter.

Therefore, faced with the two temperamental big shots, the other two Decision Makers could only honestly step forward to mediate.

"Come on, you two, say one less thing each. How about each of you takes a step back?"

El Solano, the Decision Maker of the John Empire Shelter, stepped forward and tried to persuade Toraevsky.

The latter had not actually intended to fall out with them.

He truly was just playing psychological warfare.

Naturally, he was tempted upon