"Brother Turnor, are you looking for a beating?"
"Elder Brother Tobin, I'll bite you!"
Bardon Bard and Prajna Bates suddenly became furious.
Solomon Talbot, on the other hand, started to laugh loudly.
"Mr. Yeager, then why won't you let us go?"
Lucy Franklin looked towards Lionel Yeager and pursed her lips, "Do you think we are not suitable for gathering intelligence like those two?"
"It's not that you're not suitable, it's just that having too many people go could be counterproductive and alert the enemy."
Lionel Yeager shook his head, then clapped his hands, "Alright, that's decided.
This intelligence mission will be handled by Brother Jordan and Elder Brother Tobin."
"Then what shall we do?"
Prajna Bates asked.
Lionel Yeager shrugged, "Just like any ordinary tourists: eat what you want, drink what you like, play as you wish."
"And you?"
Everyone turned to Lionel Yeager at the same time.
