Yu Lian saw the other man's curiosity and simply smiled. "One is a schemer who's always looking before he leaps, and the other is a charlatan running on fumes. If I can't beat those two, I might as well go home and hold the baby. But you're right: if they want to run, there's really nothing I can do to stop them. I'm already quite satisfied with capturing one grand garden."
Luo Zeshi felt there had to be more to this grand garden than met the eye, but he didn't want to ask. He only smiled and said, "That's... what General Bai just said, too."
Yu Lian looked toward the gate. By then, Tai'a had already smashed a huge crack into the gate, which was made from battleship armor plating. It wasn't big enough for a person to squeeze through yet, but at least seven or eight mice could get in.
At this point, though, she was clearly exhausted. She stood with her hands on her hips, gasping for breath, looking as if she'd been drained completely.
But as a disciple of the Spirit Research Society and the third generation's top enforcer, Tai'a had naturally mastered "spiritual meridian circulation" long ago. Her energy recovered far faster than that of other psychics. After a few deep breaths, she raised her warhammer again and brought it crashing down on the gate.
Yu Lian felt that this was a little disrespectful to "Xingzhi," so he couldn't help asking, "I've been meaning to ask: is she taking out her anger on the gate because she let Shameen get away?"
"It must be to undermine the enemy's morale," Luo Zeshi replied solemnly.
"Undermine the enemy's morale?"
"That's right. The enemy ship's last defenders are making a desperate stand on the bridge. If we storm it,