The On-the-Spot Sales Pitch
See? You should never underestimate the will to survive.
Fu Qian naturally watched everyone's reactions with approval.
But becoming more united in a crisis depended on two conditions.
First, the danger couldn't be so great that it made people give up hope. Second, the team had to be able to replenish one another's health bars.
Unfortunately, the rule here allowed them to go down, but not back up, turning their health bars into strictly individual attributes.
Every additional drop clearly meant their chances of survival were diminishing.
If all they had to do was expend stamina, that was one thing. But the moment conflict entered the picture, the six people before him could no longer form the basis of a team. All that remained was a little momentum holding them together.
Of course, even that momentum was now on the verge of collapse.
"You think we can't tell what matters most? If we don't deal with you first, you could ambush us from behind later. That'll only make our chances of escape even slimmer."
Even with Brother Lezhan doing his utmost to salvage the situation.
"Fair point. Go ahead, then."
Fu Qian made no attempt to argue. He casually gestured for them to proceed.
The thunderous burst of fury he'd imagined never came. Huang Lezhan merely glanced over his shoulder, then quietly withdrew his insistent gaze.
No one took him up on it. They were all looking elsewhere, almost instinctively.
Lady Miranda, standing nearby, had even unconsciously put a little distance between herself and the rest of the group, once again confirming Fu Qian's earlier suspicions about the team's atmosphere.
It was clear she had lost faith in Huang Lezhan's ability to rally them, and wasn't going to keep up appearances anymore.
That didn't mean