Across the vast grasslands, hot winds blew through the withered grass, causing waves to roll as the scorching sun baked the earth. The air felt as if it were about to ignite, making it difficult to breathe. Luo Zheng stopped five meters in front of Jackson, staring coldly at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Tang Tiantian and the Bloodsucker King standing behind Jackson, and said coldly, "Old friend, what is your decision?"
Jackson was filled with rage, realizing he had once again fallen into Luo Zheng's trap. Refusal meant no chance of cooperation, but agreeing would mean compromising national interests. As for hostage threats, it was easier said than done; Jackson didn't dare to take such actions. Annoyed, he insisted, "Regarding the issue of hierarchy, I don't agree. I can only say division of labor and cooperation: you are responsible for command, I'll handle intelligence and logistics, and as for operations, both sides will combine forces."
