"How sure are you?"
Minister Ding, who had remained silent all this time, spoke.
His words showed some agreement with the Old Man.
Under jungle laws, weakness could never buy peace. It would only make others push their luck.
"In cross-regional combat, the Alliance's reinforcements will arrive faster than ours," Minister Ding reminded him thoughtfully.
"If we lose, I'll face the Military Court," the Old Man said, disdainfully stubbing out his cigarette.
"Heh." All three laughed. "If you faced the Military Court, who would dare sentence you?"
"The planes have already taken off. Turning back now would have the same consequences as losing." The Old Man simply played the rogue, spreading his hands. "Even if you want to arrest me, you'll have to fucking wait until I'm done fighting."
The three were speechless.
The Old Man had acted first and reported afterward. What could they do?
Arrest him?
Not one of Guotai Min'an could be missing.
They merely disagreed.
They might argue, but they all wanted what was best for the Dragon Kingdom.
Moving against the Guan Family would be no different from tearing down their own Great Wall.
"Then tell us, what if you lose? How sure are you?"
The three finally compromised.
Since there was no turning back, they would find a way to steer the outcome in the best possible direction.
At their level, they could not let a clash of egos affect the bigger picture.
"Who says we'll lose?"
Bang!
The door was kicked open with tremendous force.
Zhou Zheng respectfully led a group of big shots into the room.
"Fuck, what are you old bastards doing here?"
The Old Man froze, then grinned.
The moment he saw them, his taut nerves relaxed.
Seven or eight white-haired but vigorous old men strode into the room, brimming