The moment Mo Yue heard Ai Lan's tone and the conditions she had laid out, her heart skipped a beat.
She was so intelligent—how could she possibly fail to understand the meaning behind Ai Lan's words?
To stand out from among trillions upon trillions of people.
To become one of the Ten Commanders of the Prite Civilization Empire.
How could Ai Lan possibly be some kind-hearted saint?
From what she meant, she was clearly planning to wash her hands clean of everything the moment things went wrong...
If all Earth Humans were killed by that terrifying Biochemical Weapon.
Ai Lan naturally could not possibly take responsibility for it.
If the true culprit behind the scenes could not be found, then Mo Yue alone would ultimately have to take the blame.
Mo Yue herself would have to bear all the fury of the upper echelon.
Fuck...
At that moment, Mo Yue felt as though ten thousand horses were stampeding through her heart.
She was disappointed by Ai Lan's actions, yet she could understand them.
If their positions were reversed and Mo Yue herself had become one of the Ten Commanders of the Prite Empire.
Faced with the thorny problem before her, she would certainly choose to protect herself as well!
All she could say was that strength and influence mattered when making one's way in the world.
Without sufficient strength and influence, one could only allow the powerful and those in high positions to manipulate them at will.
There would not even be a chance to make one's voice heard, let alone the strength to resist!
That was why Mo Yue had always pursued greater power and continually sought to expand her personal forces.
Unfortunately, after all these years of effort, she was still merely an insignificant nobody within the Prite