"Next, let's talk business."
Mo Shangjun's tone wasn't one of negotiation; naturally, what she wanted to talk about was not up for discussion.
The young man heard her speaking and almost instinctively swallowed hard.
"Either get on our ship, and we'll just take a few of you back, or you stay here and wait for rescue," Mo Shangjun's voice was cool and her tone decisive and straightforward, as if she was only offering them two choices: one or two, without the possibility of a third.
In other words, they didn't have the chance to express their own opinions.
"Almost forgot to mention," Mo Shangjun seemed to suddenly remember something and added leisurely, "Use your brain and you'll know that a rescue team isn't this big. A real rescue team would negotiate with you and listen to your opinions, but they..."
