"So, if the war starts in three or even five years, our Human Race has a higher chance of defeat."
Yu Mo smiled lightly and spoke.
"And at this critical juncture, what if we advance instead of retreating, take the initiative to attack, and declare war on Demon Domain?"
"Will Old White Ape grit his teeth and fight us to the death, or will he sacrifice a small part of the Demon Clan to slow us down and speed up the pace to complete its follow-up plan?"
"Which one do you think... it will choose?"
At this moment, Yu Mo directly added interactivity to the unilateral explanation, looked at Secretary and asked.
Then Secretary was startled for a moment, pondered seriously for a few seconds, and finally said tentatively, "The latter?"
"That's right."
"Old White Ape likes to play with probability. It seems to be betting on its own life, like a desperate madman."
"But if you really carefully recall everything in its past, you will find that every time it takes action, it will ensure that it has an absolute advantage."
"I don't have much advantage and I never take the initiative."
"So in this case..."
Yu Mo paused again, as if he was used to leaving others in suspense, and then continued after a moment, "In this case... it will naturally choose a more stable method."
"The first is to delay time and help yourself secure your position."
"Second, I'm worried about whether I have any other trump cards."
"After all, Old White Ape is notoriously suspicious."
"And sometimes being suspicious is not necessarily a good thing."
All these remarks came out of Yu Mo's mouth, and he seemed to become much more relaxed. He leaned on Wheelchair and glanced at Yu Sheng with a resentful look, as if to say...
Look at others and then look at yourself!
Unfortunately, Yu Sheng never raised his head from the beginning to the end, and was still busy with the documents on the table.
But Secretary suddenly understood and nodded subconsciously. When he looked at Yu Mo again, his eyes were full of admiration.
"Haha..."
"My dear brother, are you really not surprised by this?"
"This will make me feel that I really have no role in Human Race."
"It really doesn't work..."
"Just ask me a question, even if it's something unimportant."
"You can't bear to see my half-brother commit suicide because he is too useless."
Yu Mo said, pushing Wheelchair to the opposite side of Yu Sheng, and looked pitifully at Yu Sheng.
And Yu Sheng finally put down the last document in his hand, raised his head, looked into Yu Mo's eyes, pondered for a few seconds, and finally said slowly, "Well... have you had dinner?"
"???"
Even a resourceful person like Yu Mo couldn't help but fall into silence after hearing Yu Sheng's question.
"What's your problem..."
"Is it specifically used to humiliate me?"
The corner of Yu Mo's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Yu Sheng, feeling hopeless.
Yu Sheng, on the other hand, was a little puzzled. "Didn't you say you were asking a less important question?"
"..."
"Then please Old Man please change the question to a more important one!"
Yu Mo felt that he was trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and spoke in a gentle tone as much as possible.
Yu Sheng ponders again.
"Well..."
"Then do you really have a trump card?"
This time, Yu Sheng thought for a long time, carefully recalling the things Yu Mo said that he was not sure about.
Yu Mo's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face, "Guess..."
"Oh."
"I haven't had dinner yet, do you want to join us?"
Yu Sheng responded perfunctorily, stood up slowly, looked at Yu Mo and asked.
Yu Mo sat on Wheelchair, motionless and messy in the wind.
If it were expressed in the form of comics, he would be basically pitch black and split in the middle at this time.
Seeing that Yu Mo didn't respond, Yu Sheng didn't stay too long. Instead, he opened the door of Office and glanced at the time on his phone. "Cafeteria should be ready for dinner..."
Along with muttering to himself, Yu Sheng walked away.
And Secretary kept Yu Mo's instructions in mind, stood up immediately, bowed and nodded to Yu Mo with some restraint, and then trotted away into the distance, gradually getting further and further away, and finally disappeared from Yu Mo's sight.
After a long time, Yu Mo came back to his senses.
"It's really..."
"It's really..."
Yu Mo didn't even think of any better adjectives for a while, causing the language system to short-circuit and get stuck. After a while, he continued, "What a loser!"
While talking, Yu Mo looked at Yu Sheng's desk.
Documents are neatly placed on the table. It can be seen that during this period of time, Yu Sheng was really working hard to complete his work, even if he didn't like the job very much.
But just like Yu Sheng's character, as long as he agrees, he will work hard no matter what and try his best to make things perfect.
With a quick glance, Yu Mo's body suddenly stiffened, his head turned suddenly, and he focused his gaze on the desk again.
At the bottom of each document, on the side of one of the files, there was a line of text written in a not-so-pretty font.
'Demon Domain Declaration of War Plan.'