Henry still didn't fully agree with Swan's words, "Just rely on those eight hundred people outside? Just rely on the seven or eight thousand people that Mr. Gu is bringing along on the road? Battles we can't withstand with a hundred thousand armed adventurers, and they would be able to resolve them?"
Henry just smiled again, did not speak, and simply stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.
Swan understood immediately, and then he really went silent.
He was still unwilling to accept it, but he had to admit that every word Henry said was right.
To live, they had to rely on Mr. Gu; no one else could save Rubbish Town.
To die, Mr. Gu had far too many ways to kill them, even without lifting a finger himself.
In such a situation, what right did he have to negotiate any terms?
But not to negotiate any terms at all?
To hand over everything he had fought for over the past thirty-five years?
Henry seemed to see his worries and a voice tempting like a devil whispered in his ear:
