The moment Lin Zhanpeng's words left his mouth, the scene fell into dead silence. Whether it was the people from Yangfeng Base on Zhao Yangfeng's side or the three elders led here by Zhang Yi without even having time to rest, everyone stared in shock.
"Arrest them? Hostages?" Zhao Yangfeng repeated those two keywords, his eyes suddenly turning eager and animated as he looked at the three elders with a faint gleam.
Lin Zhanpeng was absolutely right. Their complete unity with Wolf Fang was already irreversible. If they wanted better prospects, their only choice was to confront their shared enemy head-on. Moreover, Zhao Yangfeng had always held a grudge over the Elder Council's forced order for the Northern Theater to withdraw during the All-Out War.
It was precisely because of that incident that every battle group in the Northern Theater had been criticized. Especially after everyone learned that the All-Out War had ended in victory, compared with Wolf Fang leading the main forces to a great triumph, what were the Northern Theater's battle groups if not deserters?
They were even worse than the Southern Theater's total annihilation!
Thus, after Lin Zhanpeng spoke those somewhat overstepping words, Zhao Yangfeng not only felt no displeasure, but another idea surfaced in his mind.
Why not simply...
Go all the way!
The three elders who had traveled all the way from Shangjing immediately took a step back. Facing the Yangfeng Base people staring at them like tigers eyeing prey, they felt as though they had walked into a tiger's den.
"What do you mean, submit to Wolf Fang?" Zhang Yi finally reacted, his heart sinking toward the abyss.
Every Yangfeng Base higher-up present wore strange expressions. Looking at the three questioning elders, they no longer showed the previous fear, but regarded them as prey