It was indeed a ploy to sow discord, and a remarkably subtle one at that.
Never mind whether these fellows could see through it—even if they could, what difference would it make? The moment the voting results came out, the rift between the five of them became irreparable. Under such extreme pressure, their composure would inevitably crumble. They would hate one another over the results and kick each other while they were down.
Once that hatred took root and began to fester, realizing that this was a ploy would do nothing to stop it from growing.
Someone had voted to have you killed this time. Who could guarantee they would not scheme against you again under different circumstances?
And that was precisely what Jiang Yue wanted: mutual scheming, mutual suspicion, and mutual hatred.
Entering the formation was an extremely risky undertaking.
If these captives remained united and stuck together, any little schemes they cooked up or unspoken coordination between them would be difficult for Jiang Yue and his companions to guard against.
That was why Jiang Yue had already settled on a plan.
Before entering the formation, he had to break the solidarity between these five, prevent them from coordinating, and ideally turn them into enemies who hated one another.
Their relationships had never been particularly close anyway. Their so-called unity was merely a matter of huddling together for warmth because they shared the same allegiance.
Their speech habits, however, might not be entirely free of flaws.
Dong Qing asked in surprise, "How could you not get that impression? Lin is an exceptional fighter, and the team inside needs elite combat power too. Haven't you noticed? For this operation, we're assigning different roles to men and women."
"Number 2 used to be a captain in our team. He had relatively