Even Feifei needed nearly two seconds to understand what the other woman meant. The corner of her mouth twitched. "Call for backup? You really only brought the two of us? What about your bodyguards, assistants, secretaries, and so on?"
"They're not strong enough to be cannon fodder. And how could I let those wage slaves find out about something like this?" Yamida said matter-of-factly.
"I'm not strong enough either. I'm just a second-circle mage..."
"Feifei, can't you be a little more mature at a time like this? I brought you along to take part in something this important. I really do consider you a friend, so please be honest with me!"
"But never mind me—why drag other people into this?"
"Wouldn't it be safer if more people on your side knew? Don't think I don't know about your family's ties to Lan Jiufeng and the Spirit Research Society. Hurry up, get moving, call for backup! If we don't, we're all going to die here! And then that orange cat will get everything! Feifei, can you really accept that?"
Feifei had to admit that she seemed to be falling for the white-haired fox's scheme. But she also had to admit the fox made sense. And after all that maneuvering, Feifei somehow seemed to be in the same boat as her. She couldn't even bring herself to hate her!
"Guess all white-haired foxes really do have nine tails!" Feifei exclaimed.
Yani pretended not to hear and focused her attention on Count Seliola. He was still studying the arena's spatial environment and, by the looks of it, hadn't given up on breaking through the space to escape.
That was understandable. Count Seliola was an expert in supernatural combat and the occult, not a politician or strategist. He couldn't begin to estimate how the