The three well-reasoned arguments didn't just convince the old man; even Jiang Qiao, the man obsessed with rescuing his wife, had nothing to say.
Jiang Qiao also knew that his three-generation family had infiltrated the Underground World with more than just the mission of rescuing his wife on their shoulders.
To put it cruelly, rescuing her was merely one of many side missions. That might sound callous, but until tonight, they hadn't even been sure whether she was still alive. After all, surface prisoners captured ten years ago had long since become raw materials for developing special medicines.
Even if every deduction and intuition pointed to his wife still being alive, where she was being held remained unknown. There were too many unpredictable factors.
And compared to the struggle for survival between the two worlds, one person's life seemed so insignificant.
Perhaps to Jiang Qiao and Jiang Yue, her life was worth more than anything.
But they knew that saving one person wouldn't resolve the crisis in the Surface World. Without that, everything else would be in vain.
But if they could resolve the crisis in the Surface World and completely thwart the Underground Race's conspiracy, then one person—or even tens of millions—could survive.
Now that he had a lead on the Bronze Coconut Scholar, Jiang Yue wasn't in a hurry to start keeping him under observation around the clock.
Tang Li and his crew were another matter. Their deal with Captain Shi demanded attention. According to their agreement, this was undoubtedly a large-scale operation targeting the Surface World.
Titan said, "Of course I believe you. To be honest, the money you earned during those days working for Mr. Ming was more than you'd have dared hope for in the past few years."
The old man nodded. "It's the only