"How about it, Marshal Lu, is my sincerity enough?" An Wu crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, his face wickedly expressive, enhancing the ruggedness of his scarred face.
Lu Mufeng looked at him with cold eyes, standing tall and imposing.
"Chief, do you think Marshal Lu will see through it?"
The communication was already closed, and a subordinate asked.
An Wu chuckled, "Even if he sees through it, so what? This is the only path he can take. The fleet Lu Mufeng is leading is vast, though elite, but from the moment he appeared in the Lost Star System, he was already targeted by many forces. Such a piece of juicy meat, how can they not take a big bite?"
"Chief, we didn't gain any advantage when we confronted Lu Mufeng before; what if this time is also..."
An Wu shot him a sidelong glance, sending a chill down his spine.
"With the right time, place, and people, I refuse to believe we can't win decisively this time."
