Stanley swallowed lightly, his body involuntarily shifting a little closer to Teresi before he put on a fierce front and said, "In that case, why not let your Zerg handle this battle? As long as you take down Warg's outer defenses, the entire commission for this operation will be yours..."
Ye Luo's hand, which had still been searching around for a brick, abruptly stopped. The fake smile on his face froze. Two seconds later, a beautiful chrysanthemum bloomed across his face. "The entire commission is mine? Oh my, that's so embarrassing. After all, even if we only dismantle Warg's outer defenses, we'll still have to fight them on the planet..."
Stanley looked at Ye Luo with an odd expression. "That's fine. As long as you can destroy their turrets and fleet, you'll be the greatest contributor to the Warg campaign. I'm sure the others will also be willing to put the entire commission for this operation under your name..."
Padeli and Feipulos, eager to watch the chaos unfold, immediately nodded.
Farol sensed that something was wrong. Ye Luo was a hotheaded fool who could not stand being provoked. If provoked, he might actually agree. Forget Warg's defensive turrets—even the defensive fleet stationed there would be enough to give Ye Luo hell. With the fleet and turrets working together, even if Ye Luo somehow exhausted all his strength and narrowly won, he would surely lose the chance to continue competing with the other four major factions.
"Well, Ye Luo, since we chose to form a legion, it naturally means we value the strength of unity. Only by standing together can we minimize our losses while securing victory. So, in my opinion, we should still..."
"Old man... out of all these people, you and I have the best relationship, right?" Ye Luo