With everyone's eyes on him, Lin Xinghai said slowly, "In a situation like this, what other good options do we have?"
Zhang Yue was a little baffled. "Then why did you just say that we have to take action?"
"Yes, that's right. But sometimes, when you're cornered, you don't need a good plan to take action. You just have to brute force it." As Lin Xinghai spoke, his tone grew steadily firmer.
But the others, Zhang Yue included, were still confused. What did he mean by "brute force it"?
"Go gather everyone else for me. I'm going to carry out a decapitation strike, and I'll need their assistance," Lin Xinghai said, patting a bewildered Zhang Yue on the shoulder.
Hearing the words "decapitation strike," Zhang Yue flinched. The others stared at Lin Xinghai as if they'd seen a ghost.
'A decapitation strike? What was he thinking!?'
While it was certainly one way to solve the problem, no one had ever dared to even consider it. It was, for all intents and purposes, a suicide mission.
