Belia poked her head out from behind Chen Pingchuan. She wanted to hear what he was going to say.
To her, the people here were like humans facing ants—nothing more than amusing trifles, utterly worthless. This group was even worse than the paupers from the Outer City District. At least those lowlifes could provide some value, but this trash living on the wasteland had only one fate: to be disposed of.
Belia was in a good mood and didn't want to deal with these people for fear of spoiling it.
"A rule of survival in the wasteland: when facing a stronger opponent, never play clever tricks. Especially not stupid ones."
"Oh!"
Belia easily understood Chen Pingchuan's meaning. It was the same kind of clumsy deceit her own subordinates used to fool her. In her eyes, their acting was laughably bad. Belia obediently nodded, showing she agreed with him.
