"I agree. I'm willing to take on the minister."
As soon as Leone spoke up, Mine immediately voiced her agreement as well.
"Agreed!"
Myouji chose to agree too.
"We agree as well."
At that moment, Brandt directly hooked an arm around Lubbock's neck, showing that he had no objections.
Lubbock hurriedly struggled in protest.
But he had no objections either!
"I have no problem with it."
Finally, Guan Xing naturally agreed as well.
"Since you've made your decision, set out. Remember, prioritize your safety and the mission!" Once they had made up their minds, Nacitanie gave them a reminder.
"Yes, Boss!"
They answered almost at the same time.
"Then there's no time to waste. Everyone, move out!"
Nacitanie waved a hand and continued.
No one spoke further. They merely nodded, went back to gather a few things, then swiftly left the base and headed toward the Imperial Fist Temple.
Along the way, they were rather quiet. Though they had spoken confidently just now, their hearts felt heavy. After all, the Imperial Fist Temple was an old-established power that had existed in the Empire for many years. It had merely been bought over by the minister with the things people pursued—money, power, and the like—and pulled into his camp.
As the saying went, money could make the devil turn millstones. Even in many martial arts worlds, plenty of top-tier experts could be bought.
Take Wan Sanqian from Number One Under Heaven, for example. His wealth was immeasurable, rivaling Shi Chong's. No one knew exactly how much property he possessed; supposedly, it exceeded even the national treasury.
Though he had little strength himself, there were few people in the martial world he could not hire. Not only had he founded Number One Manor Under Heaven and gathered all manner of extraordinary people