Shi Gang licked his lips. "Major, just killing him and running... doesn't that feel a little gutless?"
"This isn't an arena match. This is war," Luo Cheng said coldly. "The five of you are more valuable than a hundred ordinary Martial Artists. The Federation doesn't need you to play the hero. It needs you to come back alive and continue to grow stronger."
Shi Gang fell silent.
"Any other questions?" Luo Cheng asked.
Lin Zhaowen pushed up his glasses. "Can we confirm the time of Milo's appearance?"
"We can't," Luo Cheng said, shaking his head. "The decoy team will do their best to apply pressure, but when Milo will strike—or if he'll strike personally at all—are unknowns. You'll need to be patient. You might have to lay low for a few days, or even longer."
Liu Yue spoke up. "What about supplies?"
