Ronglin laughed coldly. "Good, good, good! I'll give you this stage and let you perform to your heart's content!"
As he spoke, Ronglin turned his gaze toward Jazz. Jazz, standing beside the loudspeaker, frowned slightly but still turned and shouted, "The Star Alliance is in crisis. Everyone present, if you wish to leave the alliance, the alliance will not hold you accountable. You may leave on your own."
The moment Jazz's words left his mouth, many people in the hall changed expression. The Star Alliance had been tricked by the BIGMOM Pirates, with so many people poisoned and all the guards in the venue rendered incapable of fighting. In such a difficult situation, the Star Alliance actually wanted to let so many envoy delegations—who could have been valuable support—leave?
Was this a righteous act meant to keep them from being dragged into a war between two great powers, or was it the Star Alliance's foolish insistence on saving face even in the face of death?
Still, those who no longer had to struggle for survival between the two major powers immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Quite a few people remained worried that the Star Alliance might turn things around in this predicament. After all, none of the Star Alliance's high-ranking generals had appeared so far. Who knew what the Star Alliance was planning?
Those who did not wish to become enemies with the Star Alliance but were also unwilling to join the BIGMOM Pirates immediately broke away from the crowd, intending to leave the center of this storm.
The spy leader grew anxious when he saw that, with just a few words from Jazz, one-third of the people were about to leave the conference hall. The BIGMOM Pirates had gone to such lengths to trap everyone here and force