Jiang Ying's face darkened. "Looks like you're a lot less cooperative than Deputy Camp Commander Zhou."
As she spoke, Jiang Ying turned slightly, about to snap her fingers.
Old Wang hurriedly begged for mercy, gritting his teeth as if to steel himself. "Miss, please spare me! I'll do it! I don't care if it's Master Shan—even if it were my own father, I'd take him down!"
Jiang Ying had assumed the man was slick and cunning, and wouldn't give in so easily. She had been about to teach him a lesson, but she hadn't expected him to agree after all.
It seemed he was quite good at reading the room.
Still, she had to make sure he understood the stakes. Jiang Ying couldn't guarantee that when he faced Master Shan, he wouldn't lose his nerve at the last moment and cause more trouble. If that happened, they'd be left in a passive position.
"Remember, this was your decision. When you face him, don't hesitate. If you fail, you'll either die at his hands or mine. If you want to live, you have only one option: take him down."
Old Wang nodded repeatedly, murmuring, "Understood, understood. I'll remember."
"You're not a fool. I'm sure I don't need to explain the threat posed by the Bizarre Tree and the Underground Race. I don't expect you to fight for humanity's future. Just remember, you're fighting to stay alive. Either he dies or you do. It's that simple."
Talking to someone like Old Wang about humanity's cause or the fate of his people would be like playing a lute to a cow. None of it would move him. Only when his own interests were at stake, when his life was tied to this operation, would he take it seriously.
Of course, taking targeted action