Doomsday Roulette

At this moment, in this hunting area, Qabinger faced the members of the Su Clan alone, slowly drawing his weapon.

He was indeed an agent of the Lena People and naturally knew that outside, his leaders and the Su Clan were allies, even if only temporarily.

His actions might lead to punishment when he returned, but did he care? No, he didn’t care at all. In fact, he could even imagine what kind of punishment awaited him.

It would be nothing but some trivial disciplinary actions, perhaps a reduction in salary or being made to reflect on his mistakes.

Of course, this was premised on him demonstrating his value, a value that would make his clan believe it was worth more than a minor disagreement with their allies.

In the current situation, that value was reflected in… his ability to defeat these Su Clan novices, all by himself.

Qabinger was not a native of the Lena People; he was an agent from the lower planet, and his current following was due to his outstanding performance and leadership abilities.

However, Qabinger knew that to maintain this status, he needed to demonstrate corresponding strength in addition to his leadership skills.

Winning a one-on-one battle against a novice didn’t demonstrate much; many here could do that. To convince others, he had to make a ‘big’ show of it.

The Su Clan, who had weak individual combat abilities, were the perfect targets for him.

As for the allies, compared to his own interests, Qabinger didn’t think it was something he needed to be concerned about.

So he aimed to challenge this small team of the Su Clan.

In Qabinger’s mind, among the names of the geniuses in this era, there should be one for him. Even among those at the pinnacle of this era, his name should be included.

This was his desire, his ambition.

...

In the aircraft, Ye Zhongming checked the scores of this Su Clan team and found that they were not among the top-ranking teams; their individual scores were also unremarkable. By all accounts, they were not good targets for murder and plunder.

So why would this agent of the Lena People risk offending an ally by targeting the Su Clan?

“Using my clansmen as stepping stones, huh? Hehe, I hope he has a strong bite,” Ye Zhongming thought, instinctively considering the situation from a practical standpoint, not reacting immediately.

However, Yao Han Su pinpointed the key with a single remark.

Perhaps he had encountered too many situations like this before; Yao Han Su only needed a glance to understand Qabinger’s intentions.

The Su Clan leader had little respect for people who flaunted leadership yet acted selfishly.

“I thought you had anticipated this situation,” Yao Han Su said, not paying much attention to the battle but rather speaking to Ye Zhongming.

Ye Zhongming chuckled helplessly, “What I prepared wasn’t meant for this situation; it was for those who would rather see us dead.”

“The next cycle will be exciting,” Bei Yin recalled the previous plan with Ye Zhongming, already feeling a sense of anticipation.

On the light barrier, Qabinger made his move. It must be said that regardless of his cunning, he indeed had true talent among his subordinates.

His battle style didn’t exude a sharp brilliance, but mirrored his shrewd character. His tactics were seamless, layering pressure without any flaws.

Even Yao Han Su, who looked down on Qabinger’s character, had to admit that defeating fuleira, who was similar in strength to Qabinger, would not be an easy task.

Unfortunately, no matter how wise a person is, they will always have miscalculations.

When Qabinger considered challenging the Su Clan, he approached it from a high strategic perspective. He took into account the Su Clan’s lack of offensive power, their grand reputation, their numbers, and the potential gains from victory.

However, he did not consider that the Su Clan was no longer the same as before. They were not as indifferent as they once were; both internally and externally, the Su Clan was changing.

This change might not be immediately evident, but let’s not forget that the Su Clan was a giant, a massive aircraft carrier. Turning such a vessel always takes time, and the initial phase will always seem slow.