Upon hearing Rob Lucci's order to retreat, shock involuntarily appeared on the faces of Kalifa and the other P9 agents.
Each of them knew Rob Lucci's personality very well.
Rob Lucci was competitive, confident, and wise. No matter how great the difficulty, as long as there was even a sliver of hope, he would give everything he had to fight for it.
Therefore, during their past missions, no matter how difficult things became, Rob Lucci had never given up easily. Because of that, they had overcome many hardships.
But today, Rob Lucci had actually ordered them to retreat.
This was simply unbelievable! Was the gap between them and that man, Flame Sword Luo Ze, really that vast?
"Rob Lucci, do you not know what happens when a mission fails? If the mission fails, the World Government won't let us go!"
Jabra's expression was extremely ugly as he shouted at Rob Lucci. By the time he finished speaking, cold sweat had already soaked his back.
"Then stay here and die!"
Rob Lucci snorted coldly. How could he not know what happened to failures? But fleeing now still gave them a slim chance of survival. Staying behind to fight Luo Ze to the death, however, meant certain death. Worse still, their deaths would be meaningless. No one in the World Government would pity them; they would only condemn their failure.
The expressions of the other P9 agents stiffened, and they all fell silent. They knew Rob Lucci was right, but the terror of the World Government still filled them with fear.
"Heh heh, do you really think you can get away?" Just as they were caught in their dilemma, Luo Ze's voice rang out again.
Shave.
In a single step, he flashed behind Bruno, drew his steel sword, and placed its blade