"Talk? What is there to talk about?" Michael swept his gaze over the Rebel Army members, his eyes showing clear hostility.
At the moment, he was not fully aware of his situation. All he saw was that he had two Imperial Marshals and eight Imperial Generals on his side. They held an overwhelming power advantage, making communication unnecessary. They could simply crush the Rebel Army with sheer strength!
Not until Albert sighed and whispered to him, "Aina and I, along with the other two, have joined the Rebel Army. Will you calm down and talk now?"
Upon hearing this, Michael was entirely dumbstruck. He stared at Albert in disbelief, verifying that he was not joking. Seeing Albert give a wry smile, he immediately muttered, "You weren't mind-controlled, were you?"
"No, we weren't. This Leader from the Rebel Army is a reasonable man. He gave us the freedom to choose. We made this decision based on the current situation," Albert replied.
