Captain Qian nearly fainted. What did Lei mean, the other side didn't have many people? There were ten of them! And three were clearly at Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Late stage? Their side only had two. How were they supposed to fight that? No matter how Captain Qian tallied it up, he couldn't see any chance of winning.
"I'll take care of the seven at Foundation Establishment Middle Stage," Lei Dong said through a voice transmission, his expression calm. "The four of you only need to hold off the other three at Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Any problem with that? But since I'll be the main force, I want half the spoils."
Take on seven mid-stage cultivators? Captain Qian nearly lost his footing, swaying as though he might topple over. With his peak Foundation Establishment strength, two Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivators were about his limit; against three, he'd probably lose. And this kid wanted to take on seven all at once. As for half the spoils, Captain Qian didn't have the slightest objection. If Lei Dong could really handle seven Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivators, then forget half—even seventy or eighty percent, or all of it, would be fine.
Captain Qian was a ruthless man too. He knew that if they surrendered now, the other side might only push their advantage further. Even if they took the goods and really let them go, their days as a team would probably be over. Without morale, how could they work together in battle? After a brief thought, Captain Qian decided to take a gamble. He sent Lei Dong a fierce voice transmission: "Brother Lei, if you can really handle all seven, then let's do it." Then he quickly sent voice transmissions to his other teammates.
To be fair, their side's strength