Chapter 1551 - 779: Power and Influence Surge! (Part 2)

Chapter 1551: Chapter 779: Power and Influence Surge! (Part 2)

Lin Beichen didn’t pay much attention to what choice they would make. In his view, whatever choice the other party made, it wouldn’t significantly affect the final outcome.

Afterward, Lin Beichen and his group rested in place while the small leader of the Ford Mercenary Corps quickly returned to the base, arriving at the assembly place of the Ford Mercenary Corps’ higher-ups.

After all, facing the arrival of so many enemies, the leaders of the Ford Mercenary Corps naturally had to gather to discuss strategies.

"John, what did the other party say?"

Beside the long table, a middle-aged man sitting in the main seat asked as soon as the small leader who had gone out to negotiate with Lin Beichen walked in.

John scratched the back of his head, momentarily at a loss for words.

Actually, when he heard Lin Beichen propose those three choices, he began to ponder how the Ford Mercenary Corps should respond.

But after thinking for a while, he couldn’t come up with a clear answer.

However, thinking it over, he realized he was just a small leader in the Ford Mercenary Corps, and his decision didn’t seem to have much impact on the Corps.

He was just worrying for nothing...

After all, if the sky falls, taller figures would hold it up; this logic applies everywhere.

John was troubled and didn’t know how to open his mouth, so he simply recited Lin Beichen’s words verbatim.

He wouldn’t dare delay, for Lin Beichen had already clearly given them the time to consider and choose.

If no choice was made, when the time was up, it would be equivalent to defaulting to the third option...

John hurriedly said, "The other party said, although there’s no real grudge between us, we’ve hindered them from doing what they intended, so they forcefully gave us three choices."

Upon hearing this, the higher-ups of the Ford Mercenary Corps all frowned, feeling quite displeased. That was too domineering of the other party. However, someone still curiously asked, "What are the three choices?"

"First, join their Wolf Fang Mercenary Corps." John had just finished stating the first choice when he saw many of the higher-ups of the Ford Mercenary Corps grinding their teeth in anger.

Then, John’s voice grew quieter, fearing these leaders might vent their anger on him: "Second, we, the Ford Mercenary Corps, disband on the spot."

As soon as this option was voiced, some hot-tempered members of the Ford Mercenary Corps stood up, slammed the table hard, and shouted loudly, "So what’s the third option?"

John lowered his head so much it was almost touching his chest, nervously revealing the last choice.

"Third, I will kill you all."

"You brat, you’ve got some nerve!" The leader of the Ford Mercenary Corps couldn’t hold back anymore, directly pulling out a gun and pointing it at John.

"No, no, no, boss, those words aren’t mine; they’re what their leader said."

John realized he had phrased things poorly and quickly explained.

"Boss, what’s there to choose? I say, let’s pick nothing; let’s go out and fight them." One of the Ford Mercenary Corps’ higher-ups also took out a gun, exuding an aura of aggression as if ready for battle, just waiting for the leader’s command.

Still, the leader of the Ford Mercenary Corps, being the leader, finally calmed down after some time and asked in a deep voice, "John, how do you gauge the opponent’s strength?"

To dare say something so domineering, the leader of the Ford Mercenary Corps figured the other party was either an idiot or had some real skills; otherwise, saying such things would be nonsense.

John pondered and replied, "Their numbers are slightly less than ours; they have three helicopters, and their weaponry seems very adequate, not inferior to ours."

Then, he seemed to recall something, adding, "Oh, right, the other side’s people weren’t at all surprised by their leader’s words; instead, they seemed very confident."

Pedford, the leader of the Ford Mercenary Corps, suddenly looked distressed.

He realized they were a tough opponent; perhaps they genuinely weren’t a match for them.

Despite having more numbers than the opponent and rumors claiming their prowess, that was based on having stronger weaponry.

Now the enemy’s weaponry is not inferior, and the key point is the enemy’s excessive confidence.

Confident as though annihilating them, the Ford Mercenary Corps was an easy task.

While the leader of the Ford Mercenary Corps was contemplating his next move.

John suddenly remembered something, softly reminding, "By the way, the other party said they only gave us 15 minutes to choose."

"If the 15 minutes pass..."

John didn’t finish his sentence, but those present understood what he meant.

The previously hot-headed man had also calmed down, knowing the enemy was no pushover.

A fiery temperament is based on the enemy being weak; if the enemy is too strong, being aggressive only leads to quicker death.

Clearly, this person wasn’t aggressive anymore because he didn’t want to die.

"15 minutes?" Hearing John’s reminder, those present gained a new understanding of Lin Beichen’s dominance.

"Why don’t we go with the first choice, join them," said one higher-up who didn’t like fights and preferred stability.

The other party’s confidence and arrogance were just too unsettling. Joining them might lead to a better life.

As for the second choice, disband?

Wouldn’t disbanding mean surviving on thin air?

Grouping together was the best way to thrive in the Golden Triangle.

Others also wavered a bit, considering it was an option that didn’t involve fighting to the death and wasn’t too bad.

However, the only discomfort was that their status would undoubtedly decline significantly.

But upon reflection, they realized they might not even survive, so why care about status?

Then, there was a second person who agreed with the first choice.

With two people leading, the rest followed suit, going with the first choice to join the other party.

The leader of the Ford Mercenary Corps saw everyone choosing the first option and also felt it was preferable to choose the first.

Because he felt he wasn’t cut out to be a leader, living in constant anxiety with so many issues to manage every day was particularly vexing.

So it was an opportune moment to abdicate.

He said afterward, "Since everyone agrees with the first choice, let’s go meet the opponent."

The leader of the Ford Mercenary Corps always remembered the time limit given by the other party, knowing that if they exceeded it, things could get awkward.

When they all appeared before Lin Beichen, they truly realized how correct their previous choice was.

That man merely glanced at them indifferently, yet they each felt an overwhelming pressure like Mount Tai bearing down on them.

At this moment, Lin Beichen, sensing their approach, looked over calmly. He had already anticipated their decision.

Pedford, the head of the Ford Mercenary Corps, stepped forward and sincerely said, "My name is Pedford, I’m the leader of this mercenary group."

Lin Beichen slightly nodded, asking, "I assume your men have already informed you of the matters we discussed earlier, correct?"

"I shouldn’t need to repeat them, should I?"

"No, no!" Pedford quickly responded and then promptly expressed his stance, "We choose the second option."

"Joining you is an immense honor for our Ford Mercenary Corps." The people beside him chuckled and agreed.

"Oh yes, we won’t be called the Ford Mercenary Corps anymore."

"Boss, what will we be called in the future?" A subordinate, seemingly unaware of the situation behind Lin Beichen, couldn’t help but ask.

In truth, he couldn’t be blamed, as the Wolf Fang Mercenary Corps had relocated suddenly from Huaxia, so their ignorance was understandable.

"Wolf Fang Mercenary Corps," Lin Beichen directly informed them.

They better not end up clueless about the name of their base, or that would be quite an embarrassment.

"Since you wisely chose to join my Wolf Fang Mercenary Corps directly, I am also pleased."