Wallace naturally knew what the two of them were planning. That was one of the reasons he stood at the rear instead of rushing forward himself, letting his subordinates attack first.
As Wallace, who had roamed the Martial World for many years, what kind of people had he not seen? Naturally, his own subordinates had their uses, and so did these two fellows.
As long as these two fellows joined the attack, the enemy would remember them no matter what.
If the enemy was weak, he could leave these two fellows for himself to deal with. If the enemy was strong, he could withdraw early. Once these two had joined the attack, the enemy naturally would not forget them either!
That was why Wallace had spoken so sternly just now: to make the two fellows' little schemes fall through and ensure that they offended the enemy before them once they participated in the attack. In any case, he had already made up his mind not to keep supporting them. These two were ungrateful wretches—no matter how much he fed them, they would never be satisfied! They would never become his own people; they were born rebels!
Of course, Wallace did not actually know what "born rebels" meant as an expression. That was simply how he saw things.
David and Mark had no choice. They were still following Wallace, and he was watching them like a tiger eyeing its prey. If the two of them did not make a move, Wallace might make a move against them instead.
They still had no confidence that they could handle Wallace. Wallace had struck too great a blow to them in the past, leaving them with a certain psychological shadow. Otherwise, even after becoming B-class Masters, they would not have been waiting for a