Who would Mountain Lord profit more from following?
Long Qi was baffled by this question that had nothing to do with him.
Mountain Lord, on the other hand, was theoretically standing at a crossroads in his life, yet he seemed to have no troubles left—at least, that was how he appeared. Addressing the matter at hand, he answered Long Qi's previous question:
"Lao Gao's basic thinking is roughly like that. As for whether it'll work, how will we know without trying?"
Long Qi bared his teeth. "It obviously won't work!"
"That's why he's quite troubled right now. So what? Even if it really stumps him, a 'respectable man' still has one more option than a 'mud-legged peasant'—if he can truly set aside his pride and roll around in the mud, he might find another way out."
Roll around in this mud pit and still climb back out... that wouldn't be easy, would it?
Long Qi habitually grumbled inwardly, but before the thought could leave his mouth, he heard Mountain Lord chuckle. "For now, Lao Gao probably still has room to maneuver... Maybe this is just an illusion caused by a 'respectable man' worrying too much? And perhaps that person is simply taking the Deep Blue Cluster out for field operations, only glancing at Lake City, this major central metropolis, from afar before withdrawing?"
"..."
Long Qi was speechless for a moment.
Before Mountain Lord said all that, Boss Luo's troop movement of "turning back at the sight of the city" might still have had a ten or twenty percent chance of happening. But after those words, even if he had the temperament of a clay statue or wooden carving, he would probably lead his people over to Lake City proper and stomp around...
I'd definitely do that, anyway!
So this