"Attack?"
"Yes, attack."
Yang Ming's eyes were clear, his gaze firm, and his voice growing more resolute:
"Everyone is playing their cards openly now, we still have many cards in hand, while the Sherman Empire has only one last pair of Jokers, along with seven or eight scattered cards."
"Our chances of winning are still quite large."
"Planning an attack on the Emperor Star, targeting the Great Nobles, preferably assassinating three to four Great Nobles who participated in Levi's family meeting as a counterattack for their sudden capture of Bryant."
"This matter must be done decisively; if there is no absolute certainty, don't do it, any means can be used."
"I understand," Lyu nodded immediately, "I will arrange it now."
Yang Ming sat on the sofa and fell into contemplation once again.
His experiences in the City of Light were stored in his brain like a compressed file package, having only stayed in reality for a short while, that virtual city seemed quite distant.
