"But is his voice really that decisive? I thought you all made team decisions."
The demeanor was truly candid and natural. For a moment, the Clown occupying Yuan Fang's recliner genuinely seemed to have the aura of a Dark Prophet.
Fu Qian didn't question his statement, sitting there calmly chatting, even opening his helmet again, short of holding a handful of sunflower seeds.
"At least in the eyes of the Death Angel, this seems more efficient, such as when secretly guiding their actions."
Another explosive piece of information, the Clown obviously was not interested in team spirit, but nodded towards the Lord's side, continuing with astonishing revelations.
Indeed, is it a core team leading the charge, remotely controlling outside members as cannon fodder?
The conjecture about the fate of the Lord and the others was confirmed. Fu Qian nodded slightly.
