Blackbeard represented a certain faction; to this day, Gao Yuan still had no idea which one, nor did he bother to ask. At the very least, they were competitors of Atiq and his group. If things got serious, they could become deadly enemies.
So when Atiq nodded, it was a gesture of agreement. There was no need for further words—the deal was done.
Setting aside appearances and looking at the essence, some matters were just that simple.
"How do you plan to surrender?"
"We surrender? No, no, no, you've got it wrong; it's they who are surrendering, not us. We're merely acting as intermediaries between you and the Americans. The surrender has nothing to do with us."
Atiq didn't hesitate at all to Gao Yuan's denial, "Then how do the Americans plan to surrender?"
