Listening to her voice on the walkie-talkie, a subtle smile formed at the corners of Lucas Walker's lips.
"Ivana Bennett, if you haven't killed Shura, or maybe we can genuinely become friends," he glanced at the soldiers blocking his path, "if you don't want them blown to bits, best get them off my ship now!"
Having said these words, he stepped forward.
The soldiers who were initially blocking his path retreated involuntarily under his gaze.
Holding Daisy, Lucas Walker strode into the ship's corridor like a king.
Ivana Bennett watched these events, her face filled with uncertainty.
Stretching out his hand to take the walkie-talkie from her, Lucas Walker issued a stern order.
"All soldiers on the ship, disembark immediately. The helicopter moves to the safety area. Everyone on guard, shoot at Shadow's chariot immediately upon any abnormality!"
He wouldn't believe that Lucas Walker would simply surrender.
