In Mimipa's view, Talimo's attack on the Insect Race Starfield definitely wasn't a ploy to lure him in. Given Talimo's vindictive nature, he would surely take down the Insect Race first.
Zhang Fan was already about to leave the Council Hall, but Mimipa was still hesitating. What if Talimo and Zhang Fan were in cahoots?
Mimipa kept feeling that something was wrong, but Gegenu's death and Talimo's invasion of the Insect Race had left him rather confused.
Just as Zhang Fan was about to walk out of the Council Hall, Mimipa called him back.
"Overlord, I'll go with you to deal with the situation in the Insect Race Starfield!"
Zhang Fan feigned shock. "You're coming with me? Is that really necessary?"
After taking a moment to compose himself, Mimipa said, "After all, this is really a matter between Talimo and me. I promise that once we take Talimo down, I... I'll give you... one eighth!"
Zhang Fan roared with laughter inwardly. Mimipa really did value money more than his life. Even at a time like this, he had only raised the offer from one tenth to one eighth.
Zhang Fan said decisively, "We'll take Talimo down together. I won't ask for too much-one third. Any less, and I'll fight him myself. If I can't win, I know how to surrender."
Mimipa gritted his teeth. "One sixth."
"One quarter."
Mimipa immediately countered, "One fifth."
Zhang Fan agreed without the slightest hesitation. "Deal!"
Mimipa instantly felt as though he had swallowed a mouthful of shit. His chest felt tight with frustration.
Zhang Fan smiled. "Then please send your troops, Commander Mimipa. I need to get back to my starfield and set up defenses first. If I don't see your army within seven days, or if I can't hold out, I'll have no